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(Family, country, and world are suffering, but that does not prevent deep affection! No abuse, no abuse, everything in the introduction is just a cloud) On the thousand-hole cliff by the seaside of Yamen, she stood in the hunting sea breeze with a white robe and black blood, holding a curled blade in her hand, holding a young child in her arms. Behind her was the sea with fierce fire, blood-stained tide, and corpses lying thousands of miles away. But in front of her was the person she had once loved, holding a mighty army, cold armor and iron hooves, and facing her with a cold crossbow. When the country is destroyed and the city is overrun, there is no way out. She smiled for the last time and said to the child in her arms: "Is the princess scared?" The child stared with black bead-like eyes, shed tears but stubbornly shook his head. "Okay, these are the good children of my Zhao family!" She lowered her eyes and smiled in approval. Looking up again, she still smiled and said to the man on the other side of the cliff: "It has been thirteen years since I have known you, and I will never see you again from now on!" After saying this, she stepped back gently, and between the lightning and flints, she saw only a thousand-meter cliff, and a mottled white shadow in the snow in the stormy waves, like a leaf rolled up by the winter wind, falling directly, and it stung his eyes that were about to burst ----- Official history is meant to be engraved in pictures and teach people in a serious way, while unofficial history is meant to move people's hearts through word-of-mouth and lively words. What you all want to read is a book of unofficial stories, detailing the joys and sorrows of the love between children and the loss of a country and a family in the transitional years of the Song and Yuan Dynasties. Palaces, rivers and lakes, intrigues, assassinations, clans, wars, what is stewed in Unofficial History is a mouthful of relish that moistens the lips and tongue, and is a happy grudge that is not unpleasant to spit out. Children are welcome to enter the pit with peace of mind. The novice sister has excellent pit quality and will never have the bad habit of abandoning the pit halfway!

She looked at the huge bouquet of roses in the bedroom, her eyes flashing with envy, and she mouthed pearls: "Whose? Confess honestly! How about I take out the branches and sell them------" But the roommates remained silent, and their little eyes were surprisingly consistent, full of strange ambiguity that made her skin crawl. "What are you doing behind my back?" The cold beauty from the School of Economics tried her best to make her sharp eyes look lethal. At this time, there was a sudden noise downstairs in the dormitory, and a melodious guitar solo sounded, followed by a clear and smooth voice: "Gu Qingyi, Room 423, this is a song for you! "Write a Poem for You"! Oh, I asked the store to pack the flowers separately. It's more convenient if you want to sell them!" From then on, the image of Gu Qingyi from the School of Economics as a "cold beauty and money obsessed" became deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. There are thousands of lovesickness in one inch, and there is no place to arrange them in this world. Finally in a warm place, in your arms. Young people, maybe you are only a bouquet of flowers away from love!