The imperial city fell, King Zhao fled, and Princess Minhua was left behind in the autumn wind.
Yu Chixuan deflected Wei Ling's sword and said with disdain, "Death is so easy. Do you dare to live... Your Highness?"
He called her His Highness, but showed no respect.
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Wei Ling woke up from the enemy camp. She twisted the hemp rope around her wrist and said, "Untie it!"
Yuchixuan asked calmly: "Why, do you want to kill me or wipe yourself out?"
When the fate can only be ended by death, the veil of life-sustaining Gu has been revealed.
Wei Ling couldn't believe it, how could Yu Chixuan have stolen the days she was living on earth for her...
On the day when the Gu pain occurred, Wei Ling escaped.
Yuchixuan was hysterical, his eyes were scarlet, and hatred, resentment, and pain threatened to carry him all the way down to the underworld that he could never climb out of.
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A year later, Wei Ling gathered his troops and forced the palace.
He tried his best to eliminate the troubles in the world and ascended the throne as the emperor. The spring is harmonious and the scenery is bright, the government is harmonious and the people are prosperous.
But the green hair has turned white, the period of poison has arrived, and the life span is running out.
She hid it from everyone and asked Yan Lanjin to tell her. In the last few days of her life, she followed Dugu Jingyue to the free and vast grassland.
Looking at the sunrise at the end of the grassland, Wei Ling said: "Burn me, find a high mountain, and scatter me into the wind."
The sour plum held in his hand fell down.
When Yu Chixuan came to find him, Dugu Jingyue held a box of ashes in her arms, and he spat out a mouthful of blood on the spot.
Seven days later, Yu Chixuan, the Marquis of Beichen in Su State, died suddenly.
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After years
"Guess what I found today?"
"What?" Yuchixuan asked lazily as he brushed away the broken hair beside her ear and rested his head lightly on her shoulder.
"Why didn't you throw away the poem autograph I left for you and keep it until now?" Wei Ling put down the brush he was using to comment on the memorial.
"..." He hummed, "You can't find your trace anymore, so I can only take it with you. When we meet again one day, I will return the ridicule to you intact."
Straightening the wrinkles on the poem signature, Wei Ling nodded slightly and smiled.
"Why didn't you say goodbye to me again? Actually, that's not what I meant at the beginning..."
"What's that?"
Wei Ling did not answer, but said, "I went to Suyuan Temple again to find the Taoist priest to ask for a lottery for you, and he gave me a sentence."
She took it out of her sleeve.
God does not wish to be a boat in the sea of suffering. In the depth of love, suffering is also sweet, and it is as sweet as sweet rice.
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Intention: Phoenix Nirvana, experiencing love, hate, life and death, approaching the Nine Abyss