Guiyan Hengqiu

"In the game of troubled times, who can join in the game with one's own body?" [The princess who is not favored by the Holy Spirit and has a tenacious heart for the common people x Mobei Proton, the descendant of the witch who only bowed down for one person] [Ming Jun x Powerful Minister] --"We depend on each other in Xiao Su place, and the raccoon slaves go up to the eaves." It is the figure that suddenly stands in front of me on the Mid-Autumn Night. It is "Namur" and "Aqian". They are two little beasts who have known each other since they were young. They depend on each other and keep each other warm. --"It has been three years since you left, and you have arrived in Mantang. Looking northwest, looking forward to returning to your territory." At the Hongmen Banquet, with a cold dove and several teams of soldiers and horses, they asked him to recruit the sixteen tribes in the northwest. It was ridiculous and hasty. She only had time to take off the silver bell and give it to him. She knew that his departure was unlucky, but she could only hope that he would return to the capital early like ordinary people. This had been going on for three years with no return date. ——"The Tao is that Kyoto is full of prosperity, but half a lifetime is wasted due to wind and rain." We met again at... Lelou? Whispering the pipa and making a lot of noise, why did he end up like this? I thought it was a foolish king who was spending a lot of money, but it turned out to be the reunion of old friends, which was lingering in melancholy. Since then, the previous dynasty has been full of ups and downs, and in these troubled times, who is in charge of the country? ——"The hatred of family and country is surging across the river, separated by a long life and death contract" It is the hatred between the country and the family that cannot be overcome, it is the feelings that have not yet been expressed, it is... The only feeling that cannot be let go. This time, it was no longer the proton and the princess, nor Song Bocang and He Jinqian, who were facing each other across the river. Perhaps, it was Mobei military advisor He Lianqiu and Dajing general He Qinghuai. The wind by the river was so strong that it blew away everything I wanted to say. ——"Drinking a glass of wine in the morning to wash away the dust together, drunk in the evening and sighing for the dead souls" In the twenty-fifth year of Ninghua, King Huai of the Qing Dynasty rose up to seize power and changed the reign name to Yong'an. In the first year of Yong'an, the empress ascended the throne, the prince's remnants were eliminated, and the sixteen tribes in the northwest surrendered and returned to the capital Chang'an. They called her a wise ruler and a sage, and praised her for creating a prosperous age in Jing Dynasty. In this way, she will leave her name in history. ——"Where does the autumn water reflect in my eyes? I recall the old spring in Kyoto in the past" She walked too far along the way and met many people of all kinds. It's so strange, it turns out that the innocent existence of Hate Haiqing is the brother and sister whom I killed with my own hands, and the sweetheart who took the first step when I can finally look back... Kyoto has already ushered in a new spring, and all those loves, hates and hatreds have been left in Ninghua's years, but only a few words. Returning geese come and go in autumn, tired travelers miss home, and those who leave home will always return to their hometown. Then we will meet again, just like before, right? Please. [This is a joint article with a friend, updates slowly, not the main business] Intention: Love is born in heaven and earth, not between you and me