From then on, there was no more powerful Empress Feng.
Impressed, someone was talking in my ear:
"I am Fangfei, where are you? Do you give me apples? Are you really? Give me all this?"
"You are sick, someone poisons your meal..."
"Do you like chestnuts? Can I peel them for you?"
"Can I make you a white-cut chicken?"
"Oh, this is the painting you drew for me? I'll see if it looks like me... Haha, it doesn't look like me, it's better than me... You said, am I so beautiful?"
"Hong, I love you... I always love you... Don't die... Don't die..."
That was the last sentence she left to him.
It is because of this sentence, countless days, countless tortures, countless opportunities, countless ideals and goals, countless killers... Even the hopes of the tribe members, even the support of the tribe members, even all their efforts and gatherings.
The power... in the end, it disappeared!!
Even hatred has no courage.
...
The girl next to the window is graceful and elegant, drawing her eyebrows and eyes, like a painting that has been frozen for a long time.
When you see the mountains in the distance, you will hear the sound of water in the distance; when you see the flowers in the spring, you will not be surprised when you see the birds.
Different pillows for birth, different acupoints for death.
After establishing all these great achievements, she almost cut off all relations with the ancestors of the entire northern country!
I just miss her alone without any worries.
She even did not want to enjoy glory and incense with the ancestors on that land.
Even Beiwudang was completely abandoned by her.
In a daze for twenty years, she finally returned to her hometown alone.
The north of the clouds is Gu Fangshan, and the Yongtuan is named after the ling.
The beautiful bones have disappeared under the yellow soil, and the deserted grave is still in the green and slightest part.
Flowers are blooming by the rocks in spring, and the grass in the temple is spotted after autumn.
Where can I ask if I want to hang my soul incense? The ancient monument fell and the water was gurgling.
(Tang Dynasty-Wen Tingyun)
The setting sun is the grass, the rain and rain.
The dragon horse neighed.
He jumped onto the horse's back, raised his whip, and the dragon and horse fled far away, only shed tears on the ground...