Feijun

Prince Ning's eldest son, Rong Zhou, was uneducated and incompetent. He indulged in drinking and sex, loved drama and beauty. In the 29th year of Fengtian, he was drunk and drowned in the Jinling River. When he was born, he was surrounded by flowers and brocade, but when he passed away, he was alone and lonely. Rong Zhou cherished many secrets and died in the beautiful wine of Qinhuai. The fragrance of Jinling's daughter was drunk in his bones. He felt that his death was not in vain. It's just a pity that he used tears, ink and fingertips as pens day and night, concocted it for twenty years, and listened to countless ravings from him. Once he is gone, no one can carefully collect and preserve it. This life has been too miserable. If there is another life, he might as well not be so sober and just be a confused person and live in a muddle. * Qin Youxuan, the new leader of South Vietnam, had an old illness that had lingered for several years. He had a splitting headache when it attacked, and the medicine was ineffective. He could only light a stove of soothing incense and lie still for half an hour. He often had nightmares in Anshenxiang. He couldn't move, lost all five senses, couldn't move his fingers, couldn't open his eyes. I can only feel the fingers falling on my brows, the light sighs, and notice his writing and his tears. He has heard the fear and hatred of his childhood, the forbearance and calmness of his youth, and even the desperate measures of his youth. Qin Youxuan once hated this nightmare, hated this person who appeared and left countless times in the dream, but after listening to the nonsense for twenty years, he was a little lonely and confused once it stopped. He was tired of the road of emperor. If he wanted to do it again, he might as well try a different way of living - the man who should have been cut into pieces for twenty years was struggling to survive in the neighboring country of Wei. He might as well go and see what kind of down and out he was. Qin Youxuan took the young man as a hostage, and his servants came and went. In the court hall of Wei State, he saw a six-foot-slim young man, his lips curled up in a sly manner, and he raised his hands and winked at him, the hostage of the enemy. He was wearing the imperial robe of the Crown Prince - but in his nightmare, the one he had been talking about for twenty years was clearly a delicate and painful little lady. He... Is a female Jiao'e. Intention: Love you in your shoes.