Chensha's love for phoenix flowers is far beyond her imagination. A phoenix tree in the courtyard where she lives is not enough. There are rich, fiery red petals everywhere on the bedside, on the corner of the cabinet, in the cup, and in her hands.
The young painter was already doomed when he first met Qingfu, who was selected as a palace concubine. In order to get closer to her, who was rising through the ranks, he spent two years going from an unknown commoner to a general with military power, and another two years.
Years of purging the imperial court of dissidents finally overthrew the emperor and usurped the throne, but the people of the world struggled in the war for five whole years. They were displaced and met again under the phoenix flowers in the trees. She changed from the former empress to the queen.
He lost his queen, a glass of rouge sake, and a fate that sealed the fate of three lives. It was originally a happy ending.
A few months later, Prince Zhen, who had fled from the previous dynasty, made a sudden return to Beijing and regained most of the country without any bloodshed. He doted on one person and won his sincerity, but lost the support of the people.
Under heavy siege by soldiers, the queens of the two dynasties of Yelan Kingdom stood calmly between Prince Zhen and him, with old branches and dry ropes beside them, and phoenix flowers sleeping peacefully in their buds, not yet in full bloom.
"How do you want revenge?"
Prince Zhen's answer was absolutely cruel - he was asked to taste the most sorrow and pain, to love separation, and to ask for it.
Qingfu would do anything to exchange his life.
He watched helplessly as the one he loved walked towards the cliff, dressed in red like a charm, with green hair like flowers, entangled in the wind. It was a smile that no one could forget in their lifetime. He looked back for a long time, full of deep affection, but the saddest emotion floated there.
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He still has the same appearance that dazzles the country and the city, his beautiful face brings disaster to his body, his grace is beyond the world, and his splendor is endless, with a little bit of cinnabar on his forehead disturbing the setting sun.
"Destined for three lifetimes, we will never leave each other. Qingfu will never regret this promise. The love that remains unbroken today will be told to you again in the next life."
The fiery red color that cut through the dark sky disappeared before our eyes. In an instant, the phoenix flower bloomed like blood.
"After that, I was abandoned in the desert. Fortunately, I was saved by the Holy Aunt Xijiao. Three years later, Yelan Kingdom finally became mine." Chensha held her in her arms, fearing that she would miss it again in this life.
It has been several months since I came here, and there are more and more memories of him. Sometimes it even makes Bai Huangyi feel that he is about to be obliterated by Qing Hui.
I took a break for a stroll and went to the tree in the courtyard to pick up a cup of tea. After a moment of hesitation, I put it down again.
"Qingfu?" He frowned. In his memory, Qingfu didn't drink any wine, so why did he give up the strong bird's tongue tea for a cup of Tusu sake?
The burning sensation burns the throat, and the wine rolls into the heart. I don’t know how many years have passed since then.
A season of scorching summer has passed, but the phoenix flower is still in full bloom tirelessly, with flame-like petals falling between the buns, complementing the crimson cheeks.
"Chensha, when will you understand that I am not the Qinghui you dream of, but Baihuangyi?" I forgot that this was the hundreds of times to correct me, but he still couldn't listen to his obsessed eyes.
Unknowingly, they have become substitutes. Even though they are the same souls who have been reincarnated in the past and present lives, she and Qinghui are still drunk. Baihuangyi's depression can no longer be tolerated, and a bottle of wine is poured on the turtle.
On top of the cracked tree trunk, he raised his foot and kicked over the small red clay stove for warming wine, hoping to burn down his beloved phoenix flower tree.
"Qinghui, what do you mean?!" The dark-colored figure swayed, binding her with one hand, and tipping the teapot with the other to put out the fire in the stove.
"What do you mean?" The cold laughter startled Tang Yan, who was hollow and sad, "I want to ask you what you mean. She is she, I am me. Are you pretending to be confused or are you deliberately avoiding talking about it? If you love
It’s Qinghui who hates you so much, so please let me go, I’m the Baihuangyi that doesn’t belong here, and I don’t belong to your Baihuangyi!”