"I once gave you spring branches and jade, and you want to give me mountains and rivers as a betrothal gift."
——Later, his jade was broken into pieces in a pool of blood in the imperial prison, and his mountains and rivers finally became in the hands of a single family.
Countless years have passed, old friends... Are not as good as before
Xie Heng cried three times in his life
One is a blood relative, the second is a loyal friend, and the third is an old friend.
At the age of seventeen, he burned all his books and discussed strategies, knelt down to copy the imperial decree, watched the bamboo horse and black armor stained with frost, and never looked back.
According to historical records, Emperor Xuanwu did not establish a queen or build a mausoleum in his life, but only sealed half of the burnt willow hairpin into the jade seal passed down to the country.
Later, a hundred years of heavy snow fell in the suburbs of Beijing. People said it was the tears shed by His Majesty when he buried his beloved with his own hands.
——The green plums simmer into embers, and the willow trees break down the mountains and rivers.
(This is my first time writing something like this, so please bear with me, my brain is a bit lacking, I hope you can correct me)
Intention: Cherish