In the seventeenth year of Yuanjia, when the wind was warm and the sun was shining brightly, she went boating south. She picked him up by the Huai River and took him to Baiye Xiaozhu deep in Liangzhou. At that time, one was as charming and bright as the breeze in the mountains, while the other was as taciturn as the sunset on the western mountain. They held candles and talked at night in the melting moonlight, and they became close friends with each other.
In the eighteenth year of Yuanjia, the storm was like darkness, and the situation was overturned. She came in panic at the foot of Yinzhou Mountain, and threw herself into his arms with scars all over her body. From then on, she became the princess of Chunhuang who was raised by the Duke of Shangjing in the Songshan Garden, and became a flower in the wind under his protection.
In the nineteenth year of Yuanjia, the moonlight entered the house and the wind blew slowly. She looked through the window in the small Buddhist hall of the Princess Mansion and caught a glimpse of his upright figure under the heavy snow. He looked like a gentleman.
She put away her umbrella, stepped into the small Buddhist hall where the eldest princess and the prince-consort were enshrined, half-knelt in front of him, and put down the food box.
"Are you here to persuade me?" When he looked at her, he had mixed emotions, including surprise, surprise, and a hint of resistance.
She took out the shepherd's purse wontons from the food box and looked at him with a smile, "I'm here to ferry you."
His sudden smile was like spring water reflecting pear blossoms.
In this life, there is blood and blood, power plots, and the whole city is overturned. I only hope to stick to my own path and achieve the same goal in the future.
In this stormy city, let her accompany him.
Intention: This country has reached a moment of life and death, and we can only save ourselves at all costs.