The sunset falls in the sky, and it will not fall.
Hong'er has been escorted back by Zhao Li and others. Fangfei walks alone on the mountain path. On a midsummer night in Beiwudang, the sky is high, the clouds are bright, the flowing waterfalls, the ribbon-like mountain stream... Every place is
Excellent scenery.
She walked forward for a long time before stopping and sat on a large stone that was almost ugly.
When I looked up, I realized that this was the road to Luojia's tomb - only a distance of more than ten feet apart. However, she did not get closer. She had never gotten closer for many years.
The Empress Dowager, who guarded the tomb for the late emperor, dared not actually go to see the late emperor and stationed in the cleaning.
Such a powerful humiliation - for Luojia, is that humiliation?
But what about Luo Jia? Didn’t he have Xiao Lian and Zhang Jieyu? Even so many concubines and so many sons in the past - why are men not humiliated?
Emperor Hongwen also gave birth to so many sons and daughters. Why can they have children with any other woman? Afterwards, not only do they not feel ashamed, but also the world does not feel ashamed?
Only women are shamed!
Only women think women are shameful!
Everyone is unfair to Emperor Hongwen, what about themselves?
How harsh is the world’s demands on women!
She suddenly became angry and cried loudly.
After so many years, who knows the hardships of a woman?
Luo Jia is blaming himself, the ministers are counting on him, Emperor Hongwen is alert to himself, son, he has to rely on himself... what about himself? But why is he not himself?
My life is more than a hundred times more difficult than Emperor Hongwen?
Just because he has been enduring and has been living a life of silence, he can sway and act in a more painful way than himself - making himself feel like he is losing money!
In fact, who lost the blame?
She burst into tears, unable to control herself, and even crying could only hide in the dark corner, like a ground mouse that could not see the light.
What's so great about life?
At worst, I can cry!
After crying, it’s not tomorrow or tomorrow, and it’s still a long time to pass by.
———PS: This is the end of today. Updated early on Saturday morning.