Brave, cool and unyielding, a powerful literary girl × tsundere and bigot
A paper fan wets the blue shirt. A piece of paper, a mountain and a river, will always be in your heart. The snow of the ten years in Xuan'an fell into the crane cloak of Crown Prince Langya, and the enthusiasm that fell from the mountains and rivers turned into the girl's light pear vortex, walking into the ten years they worked hand in hand, but it could not change the sinister coldness of people's hearts. Don't miss lovesickness, the lamps in thousands of tents in the south are particularly warm, but you miss lovesickness again, and your white hair will eventually become an illusion when you are drenched in snow. Standing on the railing, you can see cuckoos singing in tears across the mountains and rivers, and dancing in front of fan bottles dyed with ink. She is an unknown literary worker who spends her life exploring the sorrows and joys of the deceased in the paper. She is indifferent and sober, but she sinks into the heart of this rebellious son and minister who wants to kill his father and king. In the annals of history, the crown prince was put in a rice cabinet and starved to death. He was a mentally disturbed son, paranoid and straightforward. He died due to the king's father's mistake. He was separated from his wife and children. On that snowy night, he gently wiped away the tears from her bright brows, leaving behind a stubborn back that became a faint light. Just like the snow all over the sky was finally buried on the earth, she could not return to her original enthusiasm and bravery, but he went to sleep in a cold coffin. In ten years, a song adds fragrance to the dream, and the old man dances with a fan and shakes his soul. Since your soul has never been separated, then wait in the brilliant glow, speak to the compassionate God, and embrace your lover's three souls and nine souls. The bones of a gentleman contained in the text are rugged and independent. They have gone through the cruel blood and tears of history, touched the bloody eyebrows of her lover, and grown into the branches and vines of her most fragile, missing, and painful love. They entangled her bitterness and grew into tall and tall pine trees, waiting in the wind and snow.
Intent: The collision of literary character and royal power, the choice between reality and eternity