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The Kingdom of Ge was annihilated and Liang Ying had no choice but to disguise herself as a man before becoming a prisoner. Fortunately, the princess of Song favored her and stayed by her side to marry her to Qi.
With a sap, Liang Ying was forced to marry as a servant and became the face of the third princess of Qi State.
Liu Bai was the third princess of Qi Gong, but she lived alone in Lanyuan, sealing her door to isolate heaven and earth. He had no more than three servants, was silent, and did not allow others to get close to him. Everyone thought that he was mute and speechless. His marriage was long delayed. Although some people showed their respects to him many times, they could not survive more than three days.
Liang Ying thought that this time he was definitely finished, but he never thought that Liu Bai had never touched him at all, and he could not even meet him.
The bamboo curtain on the side of the window is closed, and no appearance can be seen, only the sound of strings on the fingertips.
Little did they know that three years later, the new king of Qi came to the throne and took Liang Ying's hand...
Men and women, no matter who they are, are not what the world thinks they are.
·Gao Xi's Umbrella·
The sun is pouring, and the cold is sitting on the stone bridge. The ice penetrates the skin and is cold to the bones. Tears and rain blend together and flow down the cheeks.
The paper umbrella was moved to cover the rain, and when I looked up, I saw Gao Xi standing beside me.
"Now you should understand that there are some things that cannot be done by humans."
"We were strangers in the past, why do we need to protect ourselves from the wind and rain today?"
He stood up and pushed Gao Xi's hand away, but his vision went dark, and he fell down, unconscious due to high fever.
Gao Xi held her in his arms and walked through the alley in the rainy night.
The parachute falls like a bead curtain, and the sound of falling to the ground is endless, as well as the warm murmur in the ear.
·The white piano·
The clear sound of the song faded away, and the remaining light drifted slightly to the side. Liang Ying fell asleep leaning on his shoulder early.
Lifting her slender fingers from the string, she gently wiped away the tears on her cheeks, her eyes full of pity.
When he was sleeping soundly, Liang Ying hugged Liu Bai's right arm tightly, like a white rabbit's embrace.
Liubai smiled silently, returned his hand to the piano, and the elegant rhythm returned.
Liang Ying's sleeping face is smiling, tranquil and relaxed.
"If possible, I want to continue like this."
Listening to Liang Ying murmuring in his sleep, his voice was as soft as water, "Silly girl, don't cry in front of others."
·Shujiu's lamp·
There is no light from the stars and the moon, every house's lights are out, there are only a few shadows in the streets, and it's pitch black, not even a finger can be seen.
Dragging his scarred body, Liang Ying was breathless and struggled to move until his feet got stuck in the mud and he tripped.
There was a lonely light in front of me, and there were hands behind me holding my waist.
Looking with a slanted eyebrow, Shujiu's worried look was close to his cheek.
"The road ahead is dark. If you force yourself to walk alone, you will not only fall in the mud, but also injure your muscles and bones and get bruises all over your body. Why bother?"
"The path I chose was my own, and I have no regrets."
Reluctantly standing up, Liang Ying took two steps slowly to distance himself from him. Liang Ying bowed and saluted, "Thank you, sir."
Shujiu took Liang Ying's hand and handed the lantern into his palm, "In that case, if you hold the lantern and walk, the light will never go out, just like my heart."
Intention: It's yours, no one can take it away, but you can't let it go
