I Hope You Will Be Happy

During the Wenjing period, Liu Mai, the youngest son of the Marquis of Chung Ling, stayed in Chang'an in the name of the clan's hostage. Deep within the palace walls, only his aunt Princess Longlu, who was several years older than him, treated him gently. He always chases after her, watching her reading by the window and playing the piano under the moon. His ignorant admiration quietly takes root in his heart, becoming the only light in the gloomy life of Proton. At the age of tying up his hair, Liu Mai followed the acting king Liu Shen to the Yanmen Army to garrison. The wind and sand sharpened the edges of the young man, but did not erase the thoughts in his heart. A few years later, the imperial court planned the Mayi plot. Princess Longlu pretended to go out of the fortress with the envoy to make peace. On the way, the Mayi plot was exposed, and the Huns sent people to hunt her down. At the critical moment, Liu Mai, who was already the captain of Shesheng, led his troops to fight out, and his blood-stained armor protected her. Reunited in the camp with the flames of war still going out, he looked at the autumn water in her eyes, as if he had returned to the Shanglin Garden of his childhood. He was a garrison soldier who had returned from a bloody battle, and she was a princess with golden branches and jade leaves. The disparity in status and ethical ethics stood between them. The thoughts that reached my lips eventually became silent. The full of concern only turned into a sentence of "I will finally apologize." Princess Longlu no longer recognized the young man in front of her, but those bright eyes disturbed her thoughts. When escorting the mission back to the outskirts of Chang'an City, Princess Longlu opened the curtains of her carriage and suddenly turned her head to look north. Only two melodious tracks of the mission's people and horses were left on the road, stretching to the horizon. The young love finally turned into mutual pain. This sentiment, which started when young and was finally forbeared, did not escape the crushing power of imperial power and ethics, leaving only a regret that no one knows, dissipating in the wind under the bright moon of the Han family.