The Desolate Music Is Extinguished

As soon as the song of the East Palace is finished, the misty shadows disappear, the phoenix crown is finally a dream. After twenty years of assistance, the King of Jingbei decided to take the throne. The guard flags of the thirteen cities of Liangzhou were hung high, the beacon fire was full of smoke, and the Ding City was stained with blood. The kings of a country change one after another, and the clouds in the sky are turbulent. Under the brick wall of the cold palace, it was desolate and lifeless. The copper bell in the corner of the eaves swallowed the old rain, but the laughter and tears remained silent. She just stood there, waiting for the flowers to fall and return. "What you believe, what you are proud of, is false. What you hate, what you are angry about, is true." Red blood splattered, scattering thousands of reds. There was mist and rain, and the whole house was miserable. She is waking up, back to the year 28. The mother and daughter who hate the second wife, the dandy brother who stole her poems and ascended the throne, Medical Officer Lin who hides a knife in his smile, and the most hated King of Jingbei, the sixth daughter of the Jiang family, Jiang Ru... How many other fourth princes are there? Use me, crush me. In this life, I am in control. But in this life, someone is destined to cross paths with her. "I broke my promise in my heart. It's all over the world. This is Miss Ling." But the accomplished young general Mo Lanan is still secretly confronting her and has other agendas. Whether he is an enemy or a friend, he cannot be trusted easily. After she killed the evildoers, the country was already in dire straits. There are beacons everywhere on the high platform, and heroes from all over the world are plotting against each other. The blood on his face splattered everywhere, but his eyes were like cold stars, holding back the past that no one knew about. The smoke of war drifted far away, but the young man's back became clearer and clearer. I thought he had died in the battle long ago? ! You can practice wine as a propaganda and come from the beacon smoke. There are many turbulent seas and bloody storms in a person's life, but the young man's eyebrows have become darker, but he is still him. That autumn frost and dew were thick, and the water was clear and clear. But he smiled lightly, and his words were gentle and unforgettable. "There are ministers in the Wei Palace, and I will appoint them to the country." The person you hate most is not complete, and the person you love most is not obsessed. "After all, we are on different roads, but we will also be tempted by wishful thinking." A little sadistic revenge story~ Intention:-