Singing, Flowers and Dancing All over the City

Peerless appearance, alluring dancing posture, a young boy, she and he met for the first time across flowers during the Shangyuan Festival. Pingping curled up for more than thirteen years. In early February, the water was clear, the wind was clear, and the sunset was bright. At this point, I fell in love at first sight. That was the first time they met, Hua Shu, the daughter of the Luoyang general, and Fang Qingchen, the queen of a famous family in Suzhou. She was as young as a beautiful wife, harmonious, good at singing and dancing, and her dancing was captivating. The relationship has always been shallow, but the love is deep. Overnight, she became a surrogate princess. For her sister, for him, and for their love, she would never change her life. She would change her face with a smile for him, sing and dance with flowers, and in that dance, she would bloom enchantingly in front of him, ethereally beautiful, but also heartbroken. Once Feng Guanxia wore it on her body, Xiao Lang was a passerby from then on. She had no complaints or regrets about leaving. Little did they know that after this seemingly simple proxy marriage, there was actually darkness that never saw the light of day. She jumped from a surrogate princess wearing a phoenix crown to a mysterious killer lotus dress. For a time, there was a rumor in the world that she was wearing lotus without makeup, and her clothes were more beautiful than lotus. As soon as the lotus clothes came out, who could compete with her? In the end, he sent her into the unpredictable harem, where she was the king who reigned over the world in the high hall. Among the three thousand beauties, she finally lived up to his trust. She showed her utmost favor with a smile from the king. In the past, there were high-rise buildings that sang in the morning and at night, and there were dancing sleeves that captivated the city and the country. She was so confident that no one in the world could match her in this dance except herself. But she forgot that there was another her in this world, and she also forgot that this face was originally hers. Whoever forgets each other will forget first. The overthrowing country is the homeland. ◇◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇◆ Fragment one: My face changed with a smile for you, and from then on Xiao Lang became a passer-by, a ghost doctor in a colorless chapter—— "Ugh... It hurts!" When Hua Shu woke up, she felt like she had a splitting headache. She looked around, surrounded by cigarettes and candles. The furnishings in the room were very simple. With the flickering light, Hua Shu climbed up and groped around the room with her hand on her still aching head. "Strange, why am I here?" Hua Shu murmured softly. She clearly remembered that she fell into the water and was swept into the middle of the water. Just as I was thinking about it, the door opened. The spring sunshine threw a slender figure into the house. The person who came was a man who was nearly 2 years old. He looked gentle and elegant. He was wearing a light-colored long coat. The fingers under the wide sleeves were white and slender. He looked like a fairy. "Could it be that I'm already dead?" Hua Shu thought in her heart. "Are you awake?" The man approached slowly, his voice as light as a flute. Hua Shu looked up at the man in front of her. His face looked like it was powdered, his lips seemed to contain pills, and his dark eyes were smiling. ◇◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇◆ Fragment two: Whoever forgets each other will forget first. The ruin of the country is like the flowers of the motherland. Chapter: Next to the inn in Chang'an, there was a ten-mile long pavilion with green grass stretching to the sky. The pink and white petals made the sky color. He and she looked at each other with just one glance, and it seemed that they had seen through thousands of years. The prosperity and chaos of the world finally confused everyone's eyes. Hua Li looked at her from a distance, the eyes of the boy who had once made her fall in love with him had a color of vicissitudes of life, but the way he looked at her was as distant and illusive as if he had been separated for thousands of years. But he was looking at another woman through her. She almost forgot that she now looked exactly like her sister, but what he saw was Bai Yan, and that face was completely the same as her former self. It turns out, it turns out, I have exhausted everything and given him everything, but he doesn't love any of it. What he loves is still the original one, the fairest face when they first met across the flower. But she realized it was too late. She finally lost her heart for him and changed her appearance. It was just a prosperous age, and the mountains and rivers were forever silent. In the rain of pink and white flowers flying all over the sky, her tears were like flying petals, but in the end she only got one sentence in exchange for, "Yan'er, I failed you. From the beginning to the end, the only thing I loved was Hua Shu, your sister Hua Shu." However, I am Huashu, I am standing in front of you,