Sorrow is like a long stream of East Water

The drizzle was all over the sky, and the fall of Phoenix Tree Leaf was the season of late autumn. Looking at the grass growing in the deep Palace, no one should return the fallen leaves on the full scale. The Moonlight gave out the last hint of mourning, reflecting her side face in her heart, it was his endless thoughts, like ripples, little by little. He used to be a generation of famous Lord, and she used to be jueshijiaren. The reincarnation of fate in previous lives was destined to meet at the court of this life. She looked back and smiled, and Bai Mei was born to make him feel that she was his long waiting in this life. The heart that had been sealed for many years began to touch again. He was deeply fascinated and he fell in love with her. He was born with the temperament of a king, and she realized that he would be the guardian of his whole life. She was dumped and fell in love with him. Everything happened so quickly, but it was so common. Waiting for the feast, singing and dancing were the main characters of the day, but in exchange for the King’s early appearance, the desolation of life made him forget his responsibility as a king. The country was weak, and the turmoil was like the tide of the river and rushed to him without mercy. Drop-dead gorgeous people had drop-dead gorgeous fruit! The chaos of an Shi made him become a homeless victim overnight by the king, but he was lucky after all. She stayed with him with that firmness and never separated. He marched hundreds of miles away, and the soldiers did not want to walk again, only let him execute her, how does this make her? In his heart, she was a white flower blooming forever. How could she bear to break this flower-like time? He suffered but did it after all. He didn’t want to see his beloved person executed with his own eyes. Only tears were turned into tears and jade bead scattered. At this moment, under the deep Moon, the mountain had no edge, the river is exhausted, the winter thunder bursts, the summer rain and snow, the heaven and earth, and the oath to dare to speak with the king has passed away with her smoke, but he still has to go on, you can only pretend to be a carry-on bag to escape with yourself. Even though Shu Jiang beamed Shu Shan Qing, he fell in love day and night. In his heart, she never died. The turmoil calmed down. He returned to his former capital, but he was no longer a king. He lived deep in the former court. Seeing Zhu Yan, who was still in the scenery, was old, and his sorrow was like the long stream of East Water. He will grow old day by day in solitude, which is his destiny in this life. Maybe Ming Shi, they will be in love! Everything is over. If he didn’t meet at the beginning, he would still be the famous master in lung-Chi Lee. She would still be Yang Yuhuan’s immortal Glade. The two beautiful people in the country didn’t invade each other. It didn’t start or end.

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