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"In the daytime, I climbed the mountain to watch the beacon fire, and at dusk, I drank my horse and crossed the river. The pedestrians fought against the wind and sand, and the princess played the pipa with many resentments..." Volume 96 of the Han Dynasty: The Han Dynasty granted the title of Zhong, and sent Xijun, the daughter of King Jian of Jiangdu, as the princess and his wife (Wusun) Yan. This book interprets the poignant story of Princess Xijun who married Wusun and his wife in the Han Dynasty. Princess Xijun was originally the daughter of Liu Jian, the king of Jiangdu. She was named a princess during the reign of Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty. She married Wusun and made a marriage in order to consolidate the relationship between Wusun and the Han Dynasty and jointly fight against the Xiongnu. I always felt that this princess was very pitiful, so I made up a story about her. I hope everyone will like it too.
There are too many sorrows and joys in the vast history. I just want to take a leaf of it and look forward to the old dream of the Han family for a moment. Maybe Xijun is not as well-known as Zhaojun, but in a short life of more than 20 years, there is only a moment in the long river of history, but to her, it is all...
So, I have repeatedly speculated and daydreamed, trying to restore a flesh-and-blood Xi Jun. It may not be completely true, but I have tried my best...
Beautiful women and heroes are never allowed to grow old in the world...
Fragment 1:
I still remember the morning when I was sixteen. I sat in front of the tall diamond-shaped bronze mirror like any other morning. The maid gently combed my hair with a delicate silver comb. There seemed to be noisy sounds outside the palace, and I suddenly saw my panicked mother in the bronze mirror. I was so surprised that I didn't even have time to react. My mother is a noble princess in the eyes of everyone. In my impression, she is always dignified and gentle, with the dignity and nobility that a princess should have. I have never seen her so out of sorts. Mother ran in in panic, like a frightened bird, her long hair was hanging down to the ground, her face was as pale as the obscene clothes she was wearing, and then... There was blood, killing, father He committed suicide, his mother died, his brothers died in battle, the screams of people, the neighing of horses, the clash of weapons, the blood dyed the bricks and dust red, the grass and the pond water red, the world was like purgatory...