Long Gone

-No fear of heaven and earth, Your Highness x A noble lady of a noble family who can't help herself- I see that the spring in Xijing is not green yet, but I am worried about the poor young people in my hometown. —————— The daughter of the Zhao family was not taken back to the Prime Minister's Mansion by Feng Fengguangguang until she was fourteen years old. She slightly raised her eyes and saw that His Highness, who had grown up among the wealth of gold and jade, was leaning on the shaft of the carriage, holding a piece of green and furry dogtail grass in his mouth, and nonchalantly patted the dirt on his clothes. The rain is still falling, and the wind is blowing up the white clothes. —————— He had never touched a knife or seen blood in the first half of his life. He was a carefree little highness and the arrogant King Jingping, but he still issued a military order with trembling hands, letting the swords and swords outside the wall drown out the chaos of the world in his memory, and let the yellow sand in the sky bury the boy's remaining character. In the end, he left his hometown with wounds all over his body, and traveled far away from home to congratulate the girl he loved on becoming a new bride across thousands of rivers and mountains. —————— In the long street that year, when the lanterns were on, the high poles and colorful flags were fluttering in the wind, people on the stage sang Que's "Suolin Bag", chanting and doing beats, and the orchid fingers were firmly clasped back, and their voices were high-pitched. The moonlight poured down on him, the night was not dark, and mist rose on the river, intertwining light and dark. His pupils were dark and clear, like the rising tide in spring. Somehow, she opened her mouth, but her voice was too low, drowned out by the hustle and bustle of the long street. The young man standing aside looked at the silver flowers and trees with joy, and the moonlight shining on the fine dust, so he couldn't hear clearly. The eyes are heavily made up, the sleeves are waved, the tassel on the head is dazzling, the face is covered with colorful curtains, and the jade stone rises from the tower. Choking in sobs, gracefully sings the sorrow of the world: "This is the unpredictable life. I don't want to be reunited in the present. Looking back, the prosperity is like a dream. The remaining life is just a thread against the stormy waves..." All the daughters of the Zhao family were born with good skin, but none of them were able to marry Ruyilang. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I only hope to meet the endless lamp, escape from the world, and one day be able to obtain the water cloud body. Double c, high sweetness, please be careful when entering Intention: gold and jade become dung