Zhu Yetong waved his command flag, and the carriage carrying Emperor Zhu Yao and Lu Xuening headed northwest.
The bloody setting sun covered the carriage. Zhuye Tong stared at the carriage that was going away, holding the jade seal of the Sun Yao Dynasty tightly in his hand, with a solemn look on his handsome face.
Suddenly, from the palace, a burst of singing floated from far away, sad, lingering and pathos, echoing faintly in people's ears——
Zhuye Hitomi turned around and faced the direction of Huaqing Hall.
Flying on the peeling wall and breaking the setting sun
The ring of necklaces, the fluttering of clothes, the scent of fragrance on both sleeves
The yellow sand confuses the despair that will be engraved for a thousand generations
Reincarnation is endless, destiny is unforgettable
The memory of the deserted city of Loulan has withered and faded. The sword cuts through thorns and burns on the road to fire.
The vast sea of camel bells sweeps away hope and points to the other side of the night
Who is playing the pipa in the distance?
One string of hurt, one string of hatred, melancholy
How much glory has been written by the sacrifices in the temple?
The coolness of the stone wall, the roaring wind, and the hesitation
Loneliness permeates the purple road and the empty red dust
Yellow spring flows, blue falls, fate is sad
The blood mist pierces the sorrow at dusk, and blooms like the ripples of residual red.
The magnificent paintings will eventually fade and turn into moonlight
Wandering in the dream, the lonely soul of yesterday wanders
Proving ground, who sings, the past
Flying on the peeling wall and breaking the setting sun
Falling flowers blooming, facing each other, flying
The yellow sand confuses the despair that will be engraved for a thousand generations
Floating life is melancholy divided into yin and yang, rushing
The broken geese cry out to say goodbye, and the clouds grow long, exaggerating the madness of life and death in the ruins.
The eternal legend ends silently, and the silver snow drifts in the valleys
How much glory has been written by the sacrifices in the temple?
The coolness of the stone wall, the roaring wind, and the hesitation
Loneliness permeates the purple road and the empty red dust
Yellow spring flows, blue falls, fate is sad
Survive the vicissitudes of life, die in the past, mourn the fate
Tears condense into wounds, tears condense into frost, destiny is buried
Liusu was sitting at the door of Wenhua Hall, stroking the piano left by Emperor Zhuyao with her slender fingers, singing softly with beautiful expectations on her face.
She believes that in three years, it will be a different and beautiful world.
Only by living can you grow old. Yao, please forgive me, I won't miss you, because I will wait until the day you come back to express all my thoughts to you.
This low singing voice makes people feel sad and tossing and turning.
She didn't know how to play the piano, but Yao was a good master and taught her it in just two days.
At that time, under the cherry blossom tree, pink petals were falling. She sat in his arms, and he held her fingers in his hands and stroked the piano together.
They agreed that the water would flow slowly and the flowers would bloom and fall in front of the court.
He said that he would accompany her until she grows old.
She said she would never leave him.
"mother……"
A childish voice came from behind her, and the note she was holding suddenly stopped. When she turned around, she saw her fairy-like daughter standing behind her, with a touch of sadness on her face.
"Qiluo..."
She put the piano aside, stood up, and looked at her daughter with loving eyes.
"Mother..." Qiluo walked up to Liusu and hugged her waist, "Are you sad? Just cry if you are sad. My father is no longer here, and I will give you my shoulder to lean on."
Liusu listened, smiled, bent down, held Xiao Qiluo's face, and kissed her forehead, "No, I'm not sad."
Xiao Qiluo asked again, "Then these three years have been so long. Mom, don't you find it difficult?"
"How could it be? The person who is having a hard time is not me, but your father. I don't have to go anywhere, I just need to wait here for him to come back, but he... has too many difficulties to overcome."
Xiao Qiluo nodded as if she understood, "Mom, I'll wait with you."
"Um."
Liusu held Xiao Qiluo in her arms.
Hitomi Zhuye stood there, looking at the mother and daughter hugging each other, feeling sour in her eyes.
She had waited for him for six full years, in exchange for less than two years of being together, and now she had to wait for another three years, and during these three years, he had been with another woman day and night.
Why, at this moment, can she still smile like a flower and tell her daughter that the most difficult person is not her, but him?
Zhuye Hitomi's love for Tassel seems to be deeper, penetrating into the bone marrow and blood, but this love is deeply buried in the heart and will never be expressed on the lips again.
Now, he is the regent, the regent who protects the country and women for the emperor.
He will protect her and her daughter at all costs.
Unknowingly, this young king's eyebrows already had a mature demeanor.
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Zhu Minglie stood on the high tower, watching Emperor Zhu Yao's carriage going away, and listening to the bursts of singing coming from the palace wall. The lyrics were sad, but he understood, and her voice was pleasant.
He suddenly remembered the entanglement between himself and Liusu, and couldn't help but smile.
Although he was smiling at the time, he was so sad that he burst into tears.
Under the peach blossom tree, she tried her best to break free from his grasp, but he stayed by her side. As long as she smiled, she pushed him away time and time again.
But now, three years after Emperor Yao left, she... can still sing sad songs so happily.
What on earth is this...why?
What is it that he lacks? How is he inferior to the all-rounder Zhu Yaohuang?
He once won the world, but lost to her, so the world became less important. When she died, he issued an edict to abdicate...
In the sky, the setting sun is like blood.
On the tower, the shape is single and there are only shadows.
His lonely back revealed infinite desolation and loneliness.
"We are destined to be together, but not to stay together? I will prove to you that man can conquer nature! In the end, the person who will accompany you will definitely be me, it will definitely be me! Liusu... Liusu..."
His fists were clenched, veins bulged, and his eyes were red.
His plundering pace never stops!
The wind rustled by.
Many secret things hidden in the depths slowly emerged again with the departure of Emperor Zhuyao.
Who will win and who will lose is yet to be determined.
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[Everyone can go to the Fei Lai Henghuo Bar. I also go there occasionally. The discussion atmosphere there is very different from the comment area. You can hear more voices. Some people speculate about the finale and post a lot of beautiful pictures.