Imperial Power Blue Fall

She was asked to behead; he was imprisoned. He loves her, and in this male-dominated world, he is willing to keep her alone; with this prestigious status, he does it just because she is her, regardless of where she comes from. He is a peerless talent but has no intention of honoring his position; however, when the branch of green lotus is broken in front of his eyes, the laziness in his eyes is broken, and the thin green lotus plows out the path on the tip of his heart. That is the heart, if it does not heal, it is unwilling and unable. "I come from a poor background," she said. He said: "No problem, my love!" She said: "I don't want to compete with other concubines for favors, and compete day and night for the slightest pity. I would like to walk among the mountains and rivers, beside the flowing clouds, watch the sky and the high mountains, the mist surround the distant sky, listen to the roar of apes in the mountains, the chirping of insects and birds, the idle clouds and wild cranes, and wait for your return every day." He said: "Only when it is rooted in the heart and nourished by hard work can it be called love. I don't have much hard work, just this. What can be separated is desire, not love. I also don't love this intrigue and intrigue. The end of the world! I follow! I love." She said: "The men of the royal family are destined not to have one wife and one family. Then, I would like to end this life when we love each other the most. This is the love of a lifetime. In the next life, you should be born in an ordinary family and become a couple for the rest of your life. We will always remember each other beside the Three Lives Stone, and never forget each other by the Wangchuan River." He pursed his lips and said nothing. But, she understands. He said: "Born within this high wall, I can never escape the ups and downs of this life. I am afraid that I will not be able to return the spring flowers, autumn moon, and mountains and rivers that I promised you in this life." She said: "The blue sky above is poor and the yellow spring is below." She frowned and smiled lightly. Many years later, he held a roll of bright yellow in his hand: "In the past, the bright yellow brocade held the fragrant soul. Can the bright yellow in my hand now be returned to me?" With a dazed look on his face. A pair of children's dark eyes under their knees looked at their father on the throne in confusion. Yes, it was dad, this tall and majestic man who taught me this.