The sound of swords and halberds is hoarse, who will show you the fighting outside the city, and the seven-layer gauze clothes are splattered with blood on the white gauze.
When the army approached the city, the six armies did not send out any troops. Who would have thought that it would be life or death if we saw each other again.
At that time, there were thousands of red threads wrapped around me. I just thought about marrying someone else. Whose old scar is that scar?
You can also drink tea calmly and crush the fireworks of this grand age.
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A few months later, Feng Qingge recovered from her injuries. He stepped onto the nine-story pagoda with heavy steps. When he stood at the place where Xue Xichen jumped off the cliff, the strong wind howled, blowing up his clothes, which were as thin as blood.
His long black hair flew wildly. He clasped his hands behind his back and stood alone. The white clouds were misty and the wind was as cold as snow. It seemed that he was the only one left in the vast sky and earth. In his ears, there was a vague sound of snow.
A song Xichen once sang to him...
How can a painting stained with blood be compared to a little cinnabar between your eyebrows?
Even if it conquers the world, it will never be anything more than prosperity.
The blue blood stains the peach blossoms, I just want to see you again and shed tears like rain.
Hear the swords mute and the tall buildings collapse.
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Xue Xichen, the only woman he loved deeply in this life, left him forever. Because of his weakness, he did not hold her hand in time. If he was not so proud, if he could let go of his stupid self-esteem, then,
Will everything be different?
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Who said that one life will lead to a peach blossom? Whoever calculated the fortune for you is the most flawless and romantic one.
The pipa is bouncing on the west bank of the painting building, and the warm breeze is everywhere, and everyone is distraught.
Sex imparts soul and reverses Ronghua, but Wuzi refuses to compare, saying that he loves folding flowers but does not love his childhood sweetheart.
In the end, the hexagram that was calculated will eventually conquer the world for you.
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Xichen, you once said that for me, you were willing to help me gain this world! However, when I truly had the power, you were not by my side. Only then did I realize that without you by my side, even if I had the power
What is the meaning of the world?
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The bright moon illuminates the horizon, who will get Jian Jia in the end?
The neighing war horses in the mountains and rivers, the silent noise in the arms.
The wind blows across the sky and the earth kills people, allowing Hua to thank her queen and rule the world.
Climb the nine-storied pagoda and watch the shooting stars all night long.
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Xichen, I once promised you half of my kingdom. However, because of my stupidity, I finally betrayed my promise. I regret why I didn't see clearly earlier that your status in my heart has already surpassed everything! As long as
If you can come back to life, I am willing to pay any price, even this country, even my life, Feng Qingge is willing to give it up!
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Going back to that moment, the silence of the years is also scary.
The dead vines sprout branches, and it turns out that time has passed by gently.
In the dream, above and below the moon, there stood you with the same eyebrows.
Brush off the snowflakes from your clothes and look at the vastness of the world side by side.
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Xichen, I will always remember the sharp and shrewd you when we first met. I will always remember the fragile and helpless you on the top of the snow mountain. I will always remember the sad and lonely you under the snowy plum tree. I will always remember the you under the peach blossoms in the sky.
You are smiling like a flower!
Xichen, my love for you has nothing to do with identity, power or position. My love for you is a man’s pure love for a woman! If I have you, I will own the world!
However, I was too stupid at that time to realize it.
When I really realized it, you were like the meteor that flickered across the sky and fell, completely disappearing from my life. No matter how hard I tried to find you, it was already too late!
What I can do now is to stand in this place closest to the sky every day, quietly accompany you, miss you, and spend every day of my life in the future...
you are dead……
Feng Qingge’s heart also follows you...
Turning around, inside the Dragon Pagoda, behind seven layers of gauze, a portrait hangs there quietly. Without too much dyeing or too much description, a few strokes of the brush outline a beautiful, refined, lively and lively beauty.
.On the day when the portrait was hung, no one was allowed to enter the Nine-Storey Pagoda. Only he could fall in love here every day, caressing the beloved portrait, gazing at the unparalleled beauties in the painting, recalling their memories over and over again.
In the past, I gently wiped away the dust from the painting bit by bit.
He drew the sword stand and carefully treasured a sword as thin as a blade - the sword that almost killed him.
Xue Xichen left.
She left nothing behind, only this broken love.
This broken love was the first memory that Xue Meitong brought to him, and it was also the last memory that Xue Xichen left to him.
Feng Qingge carefully wiped off the dried blood on Duanqing and carefully placed it on the simple sword stand, letting Duanqing accompany him forever instead of Xue Xichen, reminding him of a cruel fact——
He killed the two women he loved most in his life twice!
Xue Xichen, what is your relationship with Xue Meitong back then?
The answer, with Xue Xichen's death, was buried forever in Fengchen. Feng Qingge knew that he would never get this answer again in this life.
The trouble was caused by him!
All the bitter consequences can only be borne silently by him alone!
It is said that that night, with the flash of swords and shadows, the phantom followed Xue Xichen and jumped down from the nine-layer pagoda.
Feng Qingge suddenly envied Phantom. He could follow in the footsteps of the one he loved. Even if he died, as long as he could be together, it would be a kind of happiness.
If, he is not the emperor!
What if he didn't carry the world on his shoulders!
He really wanted to follow Xue Xichen.
Life is not destined!
Even if you die, you can still be a ghost couple!
However, he can't!
He is the emperor, and on his shoulders is the country of Feng Yu, and on his shoulders is the life and death of tens of millions of people. He cannot be willful!
The only thing he hopes for is that Xue Xichen can slow down and take a few steps. When he solves everything in front of him, he will catch up with her, accompany her, and guard her, even if she is unwilling to forgive him.
It doesn't matter, as long as he sees her living well, he will be satisfied!
Even in hell, as long as he can see her again, he will have no regrets!
Xichen! Xichen! Xichen!
On the road to hell, are you willing to slow down and wait for me...
None of the eunuchs and guards in the palace knew why their emperor was in love with the Nine-Layer Pagoda all day long. All the imperial guards who besieged the Pagoda that night were sentenced to death. Only a few high-ranking insiders knew what happened on the Nine-Layer Pagoda that night.
A human tragedy that is too painful to live in.
That woman was once their sunshine!
Now, the sun has fallen, leaving them with only endless pain and unforgettable cold darkness.
Xichen......
Xichen......
Xichen......
Do you know that we miss you very much...
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Going back to that moment, the silence of the years is also scary.
The dead vines sprout branches, and it turns out that time has passed by gently.
In the dream, above and below the moon, there stood you with the same eyebrows.
Brush off the snowflakes from your clothes and look at the vastness of the world side by side.