Mongolian Princess

In troubled times, the women of mountains and rivers cherish their beauty, and how long will they return with their war songs and sobs? The autumn wind makes the night cold. Forced to pretend to be happy. But I heard the cold rain hitting the stone plate, making me confused and sad, and the flowing water stole away at the blink of an eye. ***************************8 This article respects history more and uses fictional characters. If there are any historical errors, please leave a note. This article is slowly gaining momentum... ********************** Articles recommended to friends: I was hit on the head with electricity "I am a spider spirit" http://novel. Hongxiu. Com/a/71789/ Ants Carrying Elephants: http://novel. Hongxiu. Com/a/75000/ "Passionate Night" A friend's early summer article: http://novel. Hongxiu. Com/a/73069/ "Lianchen·Ripples"