With Phoenix
Blessed wife: the road of ancient clouds
And when We were mortals, We could not have preferred, but We gave up my life to pursue the One who was in great distress.
And then I became a fairy. He wanted to go back and fix things.
It’s too bad my heart’s not him anymore.
01
Sister Liu died. I was a princess in heaven for years, and she was my father.
So I went on vacation with the grand view and sent her to her last journey.
Her sons and daughters struggled, lost their lives, lost their money, fell on me, and I snuffed up and said a curse, and burned her.
The one who has nothing to do with me in this world is gone. I was born in the shadows of my days, watching the old days of my country, a few of the sad feelings of “the mountains and rivers of my country” and “visiting the old half as ghosts.”
While I was groaning my tears, the stinging stings reached out with a hand, and people grabbed me, biting my teeth and shivering in the face, and he asked, “Where have you been all these years?” I’m sorry.
Look at it. It’s a man of old age, Heng.
Once I heard from the teahouse that when two people loved their livers, they used the phrase “this time, this place, this person, this scene.”
It is this situation that is taking place at this time, in the same place, in the same person and in the same situation.
One more sentence could be added…
It’s just this thing, it’s a memory, a memory, not a word.
I was with Heyan, and I was young.
He is the son of a humble son, born like my father, and clearly born of a bright green hat. My father was drowsy and had a single face, but when this unique and rare advantage was passed on to He Xing, it became a flaw.
And I was born in June of my mother’s crown and was born on the head of my father a bright green hat. I was told that my living father, who had been whipped alive, was a poet with a fine hand, rather than die, and was proud of himself. In any case, after she was born so beautiful, so strong, she was forcibly taken into the palace, she broke the bowl of abortion pills that would have taken my life, and she took a piece of tile to her neck and finally saved me.
So I and He-Yang, two embarrassing losers, in a way, can afford to say the same thing — the same thing.
For that reason, and for the sake of the fallen, I went to the border and ate sand with him for five years.
And remember, when he divided, he brought back a girl named Cloud, saying that she was a good man, and that he would go to the temple and ask him for peace.
I don’t understand. The amulet will work, after all, and it won’t run in front of him, like I did, and it will cut off the arrow that comes across him.
And now that he’s standing before me, it’s clearly useful.
I don’t know who she was worshiping, but she’s going to come back to the sky and visit and ask him to write me two.
I had something to say to greet.
Like, “Where were you when I died?” I’m sorry.
Like, “How long have you not been seen? You have become a fairy.” I’m sorry.
But when I was of the age of a human being, it was eight in fifty, with a steady mind, and it was not that young girl in the red dress, who was so beautifully rosy, that I sat at the window, and thought about it for a thousand times, and said, “I haven’t seen you for a long time.” I’m sorry.
And the face of Heyan, a 60-year-old man, was much more exaggerated, standing there as though he were sad, weeping as though he were laughing, and he held me in his arms, and he held me in his arms, saying, “You … you would rather jump out of the city than come to me.” I’m sorry.
His voice is dumb, like a fire.
That’s strange. He told me to stop looking for him.
02
It’s been years since I’ve seen you.
I went to the biggest winehouse in the city, asked for two torches, and put a couple of good drinks in the shop, and said, “Sweat the goat leg, not spicy.” I’m sorry.
Heyan looked at me and touched my head and said, “You haven’t changed a bit. I’m sorry.
I don’t know what he’s laughing at, after all, it’s his favorite dish, and I remember it so well, and he laughs at it.
He even smiled and cried.
He’s got a red fire.
First he brought me a spoon of water to cook for me, and then he threw a dry pepper into his mouth, and he swallowed it in my shocking eyes, and said, “Well, you want to taste it? I’m sorry.
This kind of behavior scares me, and the memories that are carved into my bones make me jump out of my seat right now, pull out a folding fan in my hand to fan him, and take a cup of cool tea and pour it into his mouth.
He didn’t seem to think that my reaction would be so big, for a few seconds, and then he would have cut off the cup of tea and put me back on the seat, one of which would have been: “Sixie Five, I’m fine.” I’m sorry.
And We looked at him in detail, and saw him as he was, and there was no sweat in his forehead, and it was only when a heart jumped through it that it should jump back.
After this, it was a bit awkward, and I ludicrously took a white meal and said, “You have become too much.” Let’s change it for two sweets, or I’ll eat a little bit. I’m sorry.
There’s a lot of emotion going around in the dark eye, and he softly put his chopsticks, and he said, “But you like spicy, and now I love spicy, and I can eat with you.” I’m sorry.
I love to eat spicy, to bite down, and the spicy and irritating taste is on the tip of my tongue, pushing you to feel it. After the spicy, another glass of cold water, from the oesophagus to the stomach, with a warm heart, a strong sense of stimuli reminds you that you are alive.
..well, after my mother left, I lost all my love at my father’s house.
For a long time, I’m not spicy.
It’s a shame that you don’t have any taste.
So in the five years at the border, I’m still spicy to eat with him. God, it’s even harder for me than the wind of death.
Now he’s eating hot, and the devil’s peppers don’t need a glass of water to crush it. The years are the sharpest blade, and maybe in 40 years, he’ll learn to be a good girl, so I’ll have to have a tea on my bed next time I get married.
I coughed, and I toasted.
“When you were married to Miss Clouds, neither did I. Today, by chance, ask for a drink with you, not with me, but with the money of today’s wine. I’m sorry.
And Hezong’s face was shattering, and his lips shuddered, and he said: I was not married to her. I’m sorry.
Huh?
I said the wrong thing.
It was he who thought that he was different, or because of something else that was so great, that he would not have appeared in the world, and he felt so relieved.
I know that the greatest skill in comforting a man is worse, so I try to find a way back: “There is a lot of things going on, and there are things going on.” It’s as if I was supposed to be a queen, and who wants to be a land like that, so it’s not too tight to be married. Just be happy. Remember the cloudy girl, and she’s happy with you. I’m sorry.
He was silent for a while before he said, “I didn’t remember her but I did show you. I’m sorry.
I slipped my hand, and the noise fell on the floor.
The shop is filled with hot roasted lamb legs.
“Let’s go. I’m sorry.
03
I spent a long time doing his little sidekick before I became He-Hong’s young boy.
I first met him at my wife’s funeral, and although she had never been nice to my father, he had always been so kind and had to bury her in her manner.
I am not grieved by the death of my wife, after all, she has lived too hard.
It’s like a bowl of sticky soup, but for me, it’s about to dry, and it’s gonna have to roll out two bubbles to prove that it’s not dry, and it’s gonna last.
Sister Liu said she had tried to kill me and killed herself again, 100 years ago. And when she took me from my wife, I cried, and then her mother, who had come to calm herself, we cried, and she said, “What is wrong with the three of us going down together?” I’m sorry.
Yeah, what’s wrong?
In my childhood, there was a real question about why my father treated me with two faces.
For example, when he looks at the royal princesses, he will deliberately omit me, as if I were her daughter.
Like, if his mother were present, he would hold me up and carry me on his shoulder.
And every time I make a noise with my father, she always has a very complicated face, and when it’s complicated, she makes a hot cup of tea for him. That is the best time for them in Our remembrance.
Then I realized, by the grace of my father, that my biological father had died.
In that very complex look of my daughter, three indignant, three in hate, four in love with me — she’s trying to keep me up as well as I can.
My father knows very well how to crush my wife’s life.
Once I understood the consequences, I completely disassociated myself from the idea of getting precious love from my father.
Let’s go further.
The first time I saw him, there was a black-faced face under the coarse mourning, with a straight back, like a tree that would not be broken in any way, and was very visible among the mourners.
I was shocked by his appearance, after all, that none of my brothers was so close to his father, that I recognized him almost immediately, and that Wang Xian was so famous.
I never thought that he was such a pompous deity, that he was also a green hat, that I had to live a lot of life, and that he could stand in the sun and be a fool.
At that moment, there was a strange connection between me and him — I longed that one day my back would be as straight as he was, and that this tree, which would not bend, would cover me up before I stood straight back.
Of course, it was only my wishful thinking, and he did not hide me from the thoughts of the wind and the rain from his subsequent attitude towards me.
I had to have been his young companion for many years to please him.
And from time to time we went to the halls of the palace to find the image of the greeting, and every one of them was made glamorous by a twilight of his adornment outside the House of Lords, by the side of the Quetta pool, in the garden.
He Ying is a very boney man, and I deliver apples and weeds and weeds. He’s not moving.
God, if someone gave me these, I’d rather copy two lessons for him.
Until one day, I overheard a conversation between two young eunuchs.
One Human being said: “Mr. Li, what does the Emperor think of this? I’m sorry.
The other one, who was a little older, immediately shouted, “Does the lady not have eyes to see? Your Majesty, how can you not be flattered by the family of the so-called princesses? How can you take care of your master? I’m sorry.
“Yes, yes, it is, thanks to the public. I’m sorry.
The elders said, “Remember, the gift must be delivered to the hearts of the people, and the pleasures of the palaces must be stronger than your own life, such as the beautiful Zheng, the good poem; the one at the Hamfu Palace, the good silk bamboo…”
It’s a good time to read a book, and a light will break my little brain, which is not very clever.
How could a big boy like this little thing?
No one has ever taught me how to carve a sword, either by virtue of her talent or by virtue of having spent half a month on wood in the palace, with a sharp sword, which is as thin as a wing, and a hymn with a hymn. It was a time when my hands were full of pins drawn from wood, but it was worth it to think of Jasong with the look of the sword, to think that he would be moved by it, and then be my friend and become my tree.
The sword was planned for New Year’s Eve.
Sister Liu had already been transferred to serve the other masters, and I became a full-blown commander under the pressure of the Home Office, with only one bowl of congee and two vegetables per meal.
It was at the evening party, when all the people had a shelf, and I was the only one who ate my meat with due diligence and hid a few pieces of cake in my sleeve for tomorrow.
And when the crowd came out, and I walked in and out of the shadow of a black-pressed man like a little rabbit, and when I found the back of my head, which looked like a chic, this was unfortunately the attention of my brother, who tripped my leg and asked me, “What is she looking for?” I’m sorry.
It didn’t hurt to fall down on the ground with a soft snow mat, but it was a close touch with the ground, and I heard clearly the sound of the thud — it broke.
It is also time to mourn the early death of the sword, where one hand bends and picks up a piece of cake from his own sleeve. The fourth brother measured the piece of cake filled with muddled ideas, and the arrogant sound was ringing above his head: “Did you not eat enough?” Eat this pastry while it’s still hot. I’m sorry.
Taifu must have failed to teach the royal manners so that Brother Four could not appreciate the love of the old and the young. In a laughter, the very well-born back of his head had finally turned around — it was a good thing.
From the shadow of the overlapping, I saw him look in the cold eye at this side for a moment, and then take his eyes back indifferent and continue to turn around.
Well, it must be dark night, he didn’t recognize me.
Well, at least he didn’t see the look of the shoe on my head.
And this fight with Brother Four ended with me biting a piece of his flesh, and he never returned again.
At this moment, the back of the head is buried in front of me.
“What do you pick? I’m sorry.
And I pretended to clean my hair without a trace, and I said, “Peace be upon you, when did you become a fairy? I never met you in heaven.” I’m sorry.
“I haven’t been back on earth all these years. If I’d known you were flying up, why should I be in this world? I’m sorry.
“Where are you now?” We should be walking. I’m sorry.
I didn’t want him to say anything but to walk, so I turned my back.
“Now that we are working in the palace, the master is in a strict position to go out, and if we are free, we will contact you later. I’m sorry.
It’s his turn to break the wine.
His eyes turned very light, his face flat, and he asked again in a very slow tone: “What did you say?” Where?
“What’s wrong? I’m sorry.
His face was unbelievable, and he said, “Is it the Phoenix?” Ha … Phoenix… Phoenix…”
He’s completely confused with me. He’s about to ask him.
He’s going up to help him, and he’s bending over and laughing.
The guests of the neighbourhood heard the sound of tears and smiles, looked at my table several times, dropped down the silver, rushed away as if they had met two lunatics.
“You don’t think I’m crazy, and I think I’m crazy.” You go home and leave me alone. I’m sorry.
04
At nightfall, the humidity was always particularly heavy, so that when I returned to the palace with my body exposed, a red figure leaned under the tree.
His two long legs, which were nowhere laid, were folded around, one hand behind his head, one hand over his back, and the Buddha’s Book, which had been rolled over, covered in light, heard loudly, slipped down on its side, and showed a rosy face.
This is my master now — the grand view.
He cut him off in front of the sound of the Buddha’s Verses, took my eyelids up and measured me, and struck me with his lips: “I thought you would come back crying.” I’m sorry.
I picked up the leaves of the Buddha’s Book, and said, “It’s not bad, I met an acquaintance and said two words. I’m sorry.
He went up his chin with a “mmm” and he was proud: “Wait for two hours, hungry.” “I don’t care if I’m still wearing a wet dress, and I’m walking straight to the dining room.
Sometimes I think it’s because I was a princess for years before I flew up, and I was fed by people, and I was punished by genius for being a fairy.
It’s the beautiful Jung who eats the fresh twigs of the Spring South every day in his father’s palace, and he’s got a great view and he’s got to be ashamed of himself.
For he is not but a phoenix, but he does not eat, nor does he eat, nor does he drink, and he makes his day and day, squawking in his mouth, making it difficult for me.
I’ve heard that the emperor was sent as a civil servant, and that since my rise, the master’s sex has grown so strangely, it’s been so hard for me.
If one day there’s an internal competition, I’ll be able to pull my head out, and no one will be able to cut out the tofu silks that fit the needle.
If I had such a good hand 40 years ago, I would not have been humiliated that night in Indhonor.
Unfortunately, no one knows how to do this now, except to take up the sleeves and fire tofu.
When the horses were chasing them into the dining room, they only saw four or five fine dishes on the table.
I feel a little weird about this scene, and I wonder for a moment, “You did it?” I’m sorry.
“Does it look like I can cook?” “Don’t talk, eat, starve.” I’m sorry.
“Oh. I’m sorry.
And tasted a few of them at will, and as soon as the chopsticks were laid down, the sight of the tiger looked on me with warm eyes, and the sight of the tiger was about to pierce me. Then, in a moment of silence, his bright eyes sank a little, and he said to me, “Will you not eat?” I’m sorry.
I said, “I have eaten in the world. Aren’t you hungry?” Eat more. I’m sorry.
And yet another moment of silence, when he looked at me, he put the chopsticks on the table and stood up and fell off his sleeve.
…?
Fortunately, he got a little bit of energy to dry my clothes when he got angry, so I never had to wash my dishes wet.
Perhaps it’s because of the people of old, I didn’t sleep well this night, and I dreamt that the soldiers were in disarray, and the snow was full of ghosts, and I opened a big, red flower. I’ve been fighting with those ghosts all night until I woke up with my mouth.
“Rinyang!” God damn it! The master is selling you! I’m sorry.
It’s just a bad dinner.
I’m stunned, holding my hand a few times on the temple, trying to get those ghosts out of my head.
And the little Eight will not let me go astray, and he will not doubt it over my head, and he will drag my hair out with his mouth.
The pain was so sudden that I was awake with my tears, that I, a 58-year-old girl, did not want to be bald. I was crying and I was afraid I’d be sold out of the sight, and my chest would shake, and I’d pull my hair.
So when I was dragged to the front room with my heart of truth in my tears, I will hear the saying: “The Fairy of Rinyang is the sister raised by his next hand, and I do not want to leave the house with many misunderstandings, to disturb your house for so long, to be sorry, to pay for it, and to hope that the Lord will receive it.” I’m sorry.
“Really? “The scenery is quiet and can’t hear anything.
In the front room, a man with a face in green clothes looked at me, and came up to wipe my tears. Five, I’ll take you home. I’m sorry.
…?
It is Heng that the fairies of the claustropics have tactfully changed their face.
And a smile came in, and the scene pulled me from my face back, and looked down at me, and laughed at me, “How can I go back and eat?” Are you going with him? Rinyang? I’m sorry.
He was dressed like a fire, and the word “Rinyang” was written from his mouth, like meat, and gave him hairy hair.
After all this time with him, I know. He’s gonna get mad.
05
I’ve never seen such a beautiful set-up for years.
Look at that fragrance on the table. It’s good. It’s really good! The shape of the veggie gold, the white smoke comes out of the gills, and it’s gorgeous and calm!
Look at that thousand-year-old plum. It’s good. It’s really good! Green trees with red flowers, turtles with their backs to make earth, entanglements with virtuosos, fresh and beautiful!
Look at that floor, Han Baiyu. It’s good. It’s really good! The plate is being laid, and it’s all clean, and it’s as clear as a mirror, even the flow of clouds on its sleeve.
And the clouds flow slowly on the earth, and then hold still as they grip my chin, and force me to raise my head against a narrow pair of birds.
He’s hot on his fingertips, and his words are cold.
“The mute? Get a cup of tea. I’m sorry.
In the remaining light, the little eight tweaks on the beam, their wings over their mouths, and their dark, glittered eyes.
Great.
The two of you sat at the table, looked at me with four eyes, one staring at my scalp, one smiling at me with a knife, and I said to him with a knife full of guts: “I’m in charge of a lot of important matters in the living room right now, and I’m afraid I can’t get away with it right now. I’m sorry.
“No way! I’ll find another Senda. I’m sorry.
I said, “I’m used to living here and I don’t want to change places. I’m sorry.
“I built a new house for you yesterday, just like your old house in Inn North, and that old stake board came for you.” Xiao Hu, don’t you want to go home?”
I asked, “What about the door?” I’m sorry.
Heng’s eyes were filled with a little smile, and he was like, “Five poles, each one of them on the door, you come with me, and I’ll carve a sixth for you.” I’m sorry.
A year at a time, a year at a time, that’s our deal.
What took you 40 years on the sixth? Let me think about it. Oh, he forced me to go back to Kyoto.
Heyan seems to remember this, as the light in his eyes fades, and the air is quiet, and the two of them miss each other. The scenery was so unobserved that the colder air was able to produce frozen ice.
He left a cup of tea with a cup of tea and asked: “I heard Rinyang was the sister raised by a fairy friend? That’s amazing. If I hadn’t passed by, the girl would have died. I’m sorry.
I was just going to say, “Did you raise her well?” I’m sorry.
What about your hospitality?
Only because they were standing at me, they squeezed their fists with the hands that saw He Yang hiding in their sleeves with a clear and clear look, and they were luminous.
And when I thought that he was finally going to fight against the scenery, and that he was unable to let go of his fist, and when he was gone, he came out of his sleeve and swayed to me with great pity. He said: “Fifty, believe it or not, I wish you better than anyone. I’m sorry.
Now I’m crouching in the shade of the tree, scrambling in my cheeks and scrambling in my hand with that overlooking scrambling — silver cranes with wings up high and down five red beads that don’t know what they are, and roll on their hands warm and warm.
His name in the sky is Tsuruyan.
It’s no wonder the world couldn’t catch up with them all those years… how could I deserve to be loved by a god?
The grand machete came over, slashed his hand over that step, raised it up, and won’t let me.
He drew the beads with his hand, grinding his teeth, and groaning: “Sentaroyang has broken the palace rules and has been punished for a month.” I’m sorry.
“What are the rules?”
“Article 44, no head covering. I’m sorry.
“When did you get this?”
“Just there. I’m sorry.
“You don’t make sense either. I’m sorry.
“The cabbage in the house of the gods is in the pig’s hands. I’m sorry.
I don’t know.
After a while, he was a little bit of a freaky, and asked, “How is he treating you in the world?” I’m sorry.
I said, “Good.” I’m sorry.
It’s good to have a good conscience.
If he’s not interested in marrying me out.
When I was a kid, I thought it was my mother who was worried about my marriage, and when she left, he took over the flag with one hand and showed a twelve-point enthusiasm and a blind eye to my marriage.
He can’t tell I like him.
The other one was blind, and he saw Chiang Cheuk, the Four Princes of Chen, who wanted me to go to the enemy and his relatives.
His father chose a princess and a relative to come, and he couldn’t wait to send troops to pack me back to Kyoto.
And I think that even though I’m not like a wooden stake, and I’m in the way of him and the peace girl, he doesn’t have to do that for years.
I said I’m not getting married.
He said, “Well, I’ll never see you again.
That’s ridiculous. Why would he ask me that?
On the night before I returned to Kyoto, I was driven by myself, lost my point, caught in a trap and surrounded by a group of soldiers from Chen Guang.
When I was taken down from my horse by a long gun, I suddenly remembered the night when I delivered the sword, which was a snowy day and full of bows and moons, and was alone in the shadows that would not turn back to me, and cold bones, with fists falling on me like hammers.
Like that night, something broke in my arms.
Can’t spell it anymore.
I slept in the snow all night with all my bodies. The next day, at dawn, another piece of the same heart rose up, and he said goodbye to his peace girl and to her, and she set out on the way back to Kyoto.
We jumped from the wall of the city 15 feet tall when Chen and his relatives sent their troops.
Everything stinks, my father rots, the royal family rots, Chiang rots, I rots, only a stench of blood, stench of stench and death in mass graves.
He was finally picked up by a passing view and brought back to heaven.
He says I’m in a red dress and I fit his eyes.
He said that Zhou was right. I was just too tired to lie down and nobody would bother me.
06
All the gifts of fate have been secretly priced.
There’s no reason why a man should be a fairy in heaven, and I’ve come to a point since flying.
He probably mentioned me coming up and putting some front.
For the Lord of the Sights he is a man whose sleeves are broken, a secret that I have never told for 40 years.
This has to start with our first encounter.
He really saved my life, but it’s not as beautiful as it is, and it’s not “romantic.”
It’s not the kind of hero that’s singing in the script — I jumped from the wall, and he jumped over and held me in the air in two circles, and his eyes were on the ground, and his arms were thick and strong, and my eyes were so soft that I could live and marry.
Instead, I woke up from a mass grave in the middle of the night, and in the distance was a bunch of dark and green flames, surrounded by crows under my head, with limbs and arms cut off, with a white snowman wearing the same dress, throwing paper money into the fire, not knowing whether the demon was a ghost.
And she burned, and she spoke, to the effect that it was you who had died so short that I left my orphan and widow to suffer.
I was in no better condition than to be buried in a pile of dead people, covered in blood, with no one but me, and no one else but me, in her capacity. The new bride-in-law, with her beautiful face, tears, and a fine waist, is a beauty.
As the princess descended from the walls of 15 feet high, there was no way to live, perhaps snow thick, and I was not killed at once, and then the light returned, the end of the crossbow, and the breath was too low, and she burned half a day’s paper and couldn’t help but say, “Sister, if there were so many, would you spare me a few? I’m sorry.
Fearing that she might have misunderstood, I added the following sentence: “Not for me, but my country has just been destroyed, and I want to burn a few, and I want to mourn.” I’m sorry.
And this is a taboo against the likeness of the dead; and the sister of the beautiful woman strutted at me with a knife.
I don’t know what’s going on, but when I woke up, I didn’t see the King, and I didn’t have a beautiful sister, and I just sat there.
Faced with my doubts, he said: “I have not had a bride when I save you. Perhaps you misjudged my red. I’m sorry.
I have always had the advantage of looking and looking, and he said so, and I know that he is the most powerful, and that he is not willing to admit that he has cried for his dead husband in a red wedding dress, and that he is no longer a prerequisite.
“I’m in charge of a lot of important things in this house,” he said earlier. – No, it’s the front of the palace.
The Lord of the Spectre has longed for a good look, but there is no female in the palace. Before I came, this feng shui said that it was yang, that it was a monk temple, and that it was only him, and eight birds passed.
Don’t say that the fairies are in their hearts, and sometimes I wonder. For more than 40 years he has only seen the birds on a day-to-day basis, and never has he moved to find a couple. But recently he came to understand that it was not easy to make the scene public that he had broken his sleeves, that he was trapped in a law that would not kill me, that I came up to cover him up, that the palace was filled with a bit of a woman’s breath, and that it was not too strong.
This hand is really good.
And the fairies are divided into threes and nines, and of course, it is the best of the fairies, with no one left.
He picks a fairy with no background to cover for him, and then he grabs it. If it were to find a single fairy, the fairy would have given him something else, and he would not have been able to give it back to him, and the fairy would have cried back to his mother’s house, and he would probably have to talk about many things in vain.
It’s an understanding that he saved my life, and I deserve to pay off a little something I can’t afford, and with that, we’re all happy together.
The day when the waterlord came upon him, saying, “There is a strange thing in the world, so that he may send the rain, and the curtain will not fall in a town called the clouds.”
“It’s dry.” I’m sorry.
The waterman replied, “It’s amazing that fairies don’t look like they’re walking like wind, that the country they see is in a state of great drought, that there’s no rain in the city. I’m sorry.
“The poor people suffer.” I’m sorry.
He looked like a human being, but his eyes were full, and if he was not in the water, he would not be celebrating with a gunfight.
A man who has been removed by the emperor from his position as the Master of the Sorbs and has been confined to the courtyard for a long time with his own reluctance, hoping for some chaos in the world.
Indeed, the next moment the scenery turned to me and said, “When something so great happens, you will have to go.” Keep the palace safe. I’ll be right back. I’m sorry.
I wasn’t right at first.
The sun is clear, and the wind and the sky is smooth, and there are clouds in the sky, and the earth shakes a few green grass. All is right and there is nothing to keep.
When the new bottle of the table was trimmed, he arrived, and he looked at it, and his mouth was like, “You know what? I’m sorry.
Before answering him, the sky had struck the two big words of “conserve” and, no, the Lord of the Spectrum had indeed done so, and would have failed to recognize the Prophet.
It’s good that on this day, when the man with his dark eyes is absent, I have been able to bear with my heart that the past will pass.
I said, “When I first met you, I was young, and I thought that we had no parents, and we had no mothers, and I was so sorry for all these years. I’m sorry.
He said, “There is nothing to be ashamed of, and you will haunt me, and it is my blessing.” I’m sorry.
We said, “It’s my blessing to spend the rest of my life chasing a fairy’s footsteps.” If he knew who you were, wouldn’t he have given you up? I’m sorry.
He laughed, “Now you’re a fairy, can we start over?” I’m sorry.
How to start over? We gave much to him in the past, and the baskets were empty, and we ate nothing. The pain from the wall to the ground is broken, and I now often feel it all over again.
And I lamented: after this, there is something for me as if it had been in a lifetime. Heyan, you’re thinking of me, looking for me in the air, and I’m touched. I have to look forward to it. I’m in the palace. I’m happy. I’m sorry.
He was still insisting, “If you forget, how can you worship Sister Liu?” I know you hate me. ..I was sealed off, and I had a lot to do, and I would not have let you suffer again. I’m sorry.
If there’s anything new in the world, it’ll be next time.
I stood up and turned my back on him, pulled down my belt, gently touched a gunshot wound in the bones of a butterfly — and left it in the snow the night before.
“To be honest, I used to like you, but I liked you too much. That day you said you were playing with me, and I came back to understand that you were trying to force me to marry Chiang Chau. But I still don’t understand why you forced me to marry him for the sake of glory. You are not like that. I’m sorry.
My eyes are full of confusion and pain: “If you do not like me, say no, I am not a skinless man.” Why do you have to make me marry someone else? I stood by your side to keep the people of Kang from being trampled on, but why did you ask others to trample on me? I’m sorry.
And he took a step forward, and said, “I am not; listen to my explanation.”
When it was said, “What are you doing?” I’m sorry.
Oh-ho, the scenery’s back.
07
I’m still in an awkward situation, and I see a bright light coming through my eyes.
He was quick to react, he was so close, he pulled me into his arms and pulled my clothes on his shoulder.
The next moment, the golden light rises, the scenery hits, and the sword shines.
In fact, I think he can escape, but he won’t stop and let the sword pierce his hand.
But the bow did not turn back, and I was the one who was injured by the sword in the middle of the scene, with his throat swung and his mouth swung with blood.
“Come here.” I’m sorry.
Heyan didn’t speak, but he kept his hands on my shoulder tight, which clearly meant no release.
The hot liquid flows down my skirt, and the air smells of rust.
“Are you sure I’m going to touch the palace?” I’m sorry.
And Heyan called out a sword, and he appeared on his face with a cold heart: “There is always a man who comes first, and then comes later, and she is my little five, and then he is a man who lives in the palace.” I’m sorry.
“Huh,” with a scornful smile on his face, “Your little five.” What was she like when I found her? I’m sorry.
And greeting with a forthright eye, and he said, “It is between me and her. What is the matter with you, a stranger?” I’m sorry.
I’m just looking forward to being dragged away by the 8th hour and being recognized as a bald man.
But with Yachi gone, I had to watch them go to war.
Fortunately, Shuisheng — my surviving parents who saved my life — broke in.
He came all the way in with something hot and red, like he was holding a hot potato, panicking and saying, “The Fairy of the View, the fairy can’t hold him. I’m sorry.
And the scenery was right and bad, and it was said that there was no mercy for the passing, and the fire-red thing shuddered, and then went down in darkness, and fell into a bead, and fell into its hand.
And then there’s a real outsider, and if he fights, it’s bad. There was a relaxation of the tension in the house, and the swords were collected.
I gave Heyan a chance to stop the bleeding and shook his head.
“Do you want me to leave?” he says. I’m sorry.
I didn’t talk. The eyes are the best answer.
He whispered, “I understand.” I’m sorry.
I’m a little upset. I’m always in a position to reflect on him.
And he said, “I hear you, and do not call you in trouble. I’ll see you next time. Will you wear that monkey? I’m sorry.
That’s almost implored. How could he have been so careful of me?
I said, “Let’s talk about it next time.” I’m sorry.
Full room noise.
He was gone in the morning with the waterlord, and Heyan went away. I will clean the place up and sit straight at the door.
I didn’t realize the night was too late until Su-soo’s car drove over my head.
I was told to stay at the palace. I messed up my job. He must be mad at me.
He almost did it to protect me today. I think we should apologize to him.
I knocked on his door to see that he was watching a roll of Buddhas.
“Why do you look at this, my lord?” I’m sorry.
“What’s up? He doesn’t sound so good, he’s still angry.
“Well, I’m here to explain to you what you saw during the day was a misunderstanding. I’m sorry.
The scenery was not perfect, and it was not easy to say, “Come first. I’m sorry.
♪ I can’t ♪
The topic changed too much to wait for me to turn around. He threw a bead and turned around and closed the door.
“Take it, and take it with you, and save it from water.” I’m sorry.
When he looked down, it was the day, and when he looked up, the light went out in his house.
08
The city is still in a state of uncertainty.
Although the scenery has reaped the fertilizer of the fire, it is no longer dry, but there are many evils, first of which are disordered day and night, flying through the sand, and now the beasts and beasts around the forest are indissoluble.
The scenery was discussed with the waterlord and decided to go down there and see the situation.
So pack up, and before you go, the sight is turned towards me, looking down at Us: “Go with you.” I’m sorry.
The water man’s face is wrinkled: “The danger is made of the fairies of Rinyang, I’m afraid…”
And as the sight passed, the waterlord staggered, and turned away with satisfaction, and went on, saying: “I am even less secure at home. I’m sorry.
..do I have a record in the scenery?
“Are you afraid?”
I shook my head.
And stand up with a great view and be arrogant: “Be assured that your Lord will protect you. I’m sorry.
We landed in the back of a desert mountain, and we felt the air was ablaze, and the more we went into the mountain, the greater the air.
There will be no more than a quarter of an hour, and behold, there will be a wave of sand and stones, and the heavens and the earth will be coloured, and the night will fall upon it.
“Look out! I’m sorry.
The scenery grabbed me in his direction and, in a sand that was too big to open, I felt something cold and cold that had swam around where I was standing.
With a light in the palm of the water, I see a snake with two heads in its hand.
The two-headed snake spits out their cores, and their pupils are red and red, and they are demonized, and they are cut in two by the swords of the scenic hand.
“Sweet sights, this is this…” I’m sorry.
“Looks like there’s a big guy in the mountain who’s going to be born. Let’s go and meet him. I’m sorry.
The scenery was filled with a cold hum and a barrier stood in front of it, saying, “Hold on tight.” I’m sorry.
The greater the demon, the more the double-headed snake hits the barrier and rings.
In one cave, the gas was almost physical, and the first time I was rid of the demon was the demon, and I followed the scenery with a little tension.
The phoenix wrinkled in my ear and told me, “When we get back, you go to the pool and get me three clean water, and I’m going to bathe.” I’m sorry.
I had to look at him.
He put something in my head with his hands, like a feather-shaped twig.
Huh? Didn’t you say you can’t wear head coverings?
The scenery seemed to see my doubts, coughed, and turned the subject around: “Don’t be so nervous, you wrinkled my sleeves, trust your master, I won’t let anything happen to you. I’m sorry.
Come on, glamorous scenery goes into the hole, and the red robe is particularly visible in the dark.
The waterlord was so envious of my eyes, and he was so envious: “It’s so good to treat you.” I’m sorry.
I:
“Don’t fairies know? The dragons have rebelled, the phoenix has blood feathers. I’m sorry.
I didn’t see what the blood plum was, but the sailor had caught me in a little bit of a twist, and he was chasing the big one.
And it swung down, deep, for a long time, and gradually drew a pattern, and every time it passed, it turned upside down day and night.
It was not known how many nights it was, and the scenery ahead had finally stopped.
So long, listen to him and say, “What am I, a monster?” Old friends. I’m going back to the sky. I’m sorry.
“But at the behest of fairies, fairies must come. I’m sorry.
“You say to the Emperor, “The Nine Queens are about to become candles.” I’m sorry.
And the waterlord around him was strangling, and We turned and saw nothing but a drop of cold sweat falling from his forehead.
The next second, a ban on being between us and the scenery.
That familiar voice will never happen at this moment.
Take her away!
09
“What’s the candlelight?” I’m sorry.
“The fairies have just risen and the candles are seen as the day, the night, the wind, and no wonder we’re in the middle of the day and the night. I’m sorry.
“What, is the scene dangerous? I’m sorry.
Waterlord made a small mistake at the bottom of his feet and then sprinted at a faster speed: “The candle goes through hell with its eyes. Let’s call for reinforcements, maybe it’ll be time.” I’m sorry.
What do you mean it’s too late?
“I will not go with you, my lord. I will go back to him.” I’m sorry.
“What can you do when you go back to Rinyang?” I’m sorry.
“I don’t care, my lord. I’ve decided. Leave us alone. I’m sorry.
“You! Hey! Hold on, I’ll bring someone down. “The waterlord can’t help it.
“Good. I’m sorry.
And We strung back, and the scenery kept themselves in it, and sealed off the sound, and it was quiet, and it was scary.
I can’t think what it looks like.
I naturally couldn’t open it, I tried to run over it again and again, and I was shot back again and again, and it didn’t hurt to fall on the ground when I was so nervous.
There’s something hot on the forehead that flows down with your hands and it’s blood. By the way, blood feathers will open with blood feathers!
Pull out your hair and try again!
The scenery was in confrontation with a man, the cave had been destroyed in half, and both were standing straight on their feet without seeing who had been injured.
“What are you doing here? I’m sorry.
“with you. I’m sorry.
“Bullshit, go!”
I shook my head: “I fear that you will not feel comfortable at home.” I’m sorry.
“I’m not sure, am I? I’m sorry.
“Not afraid. I’m sorry.
The scenery was funny and dragged me behind him.
It was wet and hot, and I touched him again and found that his sleeve was wet, but he was in red and he couldn’t see it.
The scenery shook my head.
“Yo, this little girl looks so familiar. Are you still together? Just in time, you two, the king takes it together. I’m sorry.
And the scenery dazzled, saying, “The nine sissies can say, “I can seal you once, and I can seal you twice.” I’m sorry.
The man on the other side said, “You’re bad for me the next time, but…” And he smiled, “How else can I find the dead and the dead of a candle in the ground?” I’m sorry.
“Worshipful? Can you fertilize the remains of the ancient beast? But it’s just a little bit of a score. I’m sorry.
“Well, the King doesn’t argue with you. I’m sorry.
By the way, the man was in shape, in a gray smoke, the monster that turned into the head of a snake – the candle.
After several rounds, he fell and looked pale. The candles were apparently injured, and a large piece of plaque was removed from the chest, smouldered with smoke, and he was pinned with a sword on his heart, covered with film.
The candles were dazzling, and some were unstable.
This is… won?
“It’s not that easy for you to kill me. As a sacrifice, the King offers you a gift.” I’m sorry.
Say, when the sword is drawn from the chest, the pupils turn to yellow lights, and the heavens and the earth change in colour, and the shadows come back from behind him, and the devil weeps, and the border is torn apart.
It’s… nine hells.
He looked at the gates of hell, and looked at it, and I sensed his senses, and he was about to hold him, and he smiled at me, and his palm smitten me, and my blood became golden, and my petals were locked to death.
The next second, the phoenix is shaped, and a fire is raging in the air, and there is only a fire in front of it.
For some time now, the ban has finally eased, the fire has gone out, and the phoenix cries, falling from the sky like a leaf.
I jumped in and caught him, and his clothes were so wet, it was like he was out of the water, and I didn’t know where he could touch it, and he shuddered and hit him in the face.
And the sight lays on my knees, holding me in my arms: “Your master has won, don’t be afraid.” I’m sorry.
Following the past, he lost a large piece of skin on his hands and one of his nails fell, with no idea of how many wounds he sustained in a place I could not see.
How could the view not look good? I cried and said, “The Lord is strong.” I’m sorry.
He’s “um,” relax, close his eyes, and I’m scared and hold his hand tight.
We asked him, “Are you going to die? Don’t lie to me. I have seen many dead people. You cannot hide from me.” I’m sorry.
He opened his eyes and looked at me for a while, and said, “You look like this, but I want to see you at first.” I’m sorry.
“Don’t change the subject,” I looked at him without blinking and asked, “Are you going to die?” I’m sorry.
He still hasn’t answered, and I’m looking at him in a bit of a disarray.
He said, “I know how hard you have been before, but now is the time. Why are you so glamorous and cherish the people before you? I’m sorry.
What do you mean, I don’t value him?
“I knew I’d bend around to you, Elm Head. I’m sorry.
He pulls a smile out of his hand, presses my head and kisses me.
Although it was a kiss, his mouth was full of blood, as if he was angry, and he bit me hard and his lips were entangled to the end, and it was not clear who it was.
10
After being rescued by Shuisheng, I used three cuisine from the sky to wipe myself, but he never woke up.
He Xing came here every day and stayed outside the yard, but I didn’t think about him.
Only once, when I snuck out the back door, he stopped me.
The eyes that I was hoping for were completely overshadowed when I touched my blood plume.
“You guys…”
“Yes, we.”
It’s just that if he doesn’t know when he’ll wake up, why don’t you come back with me and I can take care of him with you. I’m sorry.
“Thanks, it’s just that I can handle it, and you should have your own life. I’m sorry.
I turned around on the shelf and found the monkey he gave me the other day, and I wanted to return him, so it happened.
And the elf of the Fire, which was set on its side, then went forth suddenly, and drew out a fire.
He Xing is close, the first to hit. His ways were softer than the view and many, and a water dragon came forth in the blink of an eye, and a mouth was opened to swallow the fire.
I looked at the tip of his shoulder, and I saw that he had his shirt stung by fire, and that his skin was covered in a scar. He Ying also noticed that the frown changed his sleeves and turned back into a fading fairy.
“Are you okay?”
“No problem. He leaned down and picked up the little red bead, took a look, and handed it to me, “It’s probably going to become. I’m sorry.
“This bead can still be shaped? I’m sorry.
“All things work, why not?” * He’s got a smile in his eyes, he’s reaching out to my head, but he’s got me handing over *
“If I had not forced you to marry Jiang Chao in the middle of the world, would our fate be different?” I’m sorry.
I shook my head, “Maybe it’s no different. Do you know the wooden sword?”
“What little wooden sword? I’m sorry.
And I rowed with my hand: “A little wooden sword of about this length, which I used to grind with my own hand, was given to you, and then a fight was broken with the fourth brother at the palace feast.” I’m sorry.
“Yes, yes…”
“Yeah, it’s a shame I went to the craftsman in the palace, and he said it wasn’t worth fixing, and I liked the sword, and I had to grind it with my heart. I’m sorry.
“Stop it…”
I’ve never seen such a sad face.
He bit his teeth tight, he had a curvature on his forehead, like he was trying to put up with something.
But he had water in his eyes, like a stray dog.
It took him a while to say, “I heard that he was protecting you with his life. He’s so good that you’re with him. I’m so relieved.” I’m sorry.
And remembering the sight, I said, “He did treat me well, but he was a little tougher, like the octopus. I’m sorry.
“Stop it and leave me two points of dignity.” I’m leaving. You and the grandview have a good time. I’m sorry.
When he was finally relieved, I gave him my heart’s relief and my most sincere blessing for my life: “Good luck. I’m sorry.
“Don’t worry, I’m better off than you.” So worry about the phoenix. I’m sorry.
Eleven.
The sailor said it was all skin wounds. It was just the fire that burned the phoenix, but it was good that the phoenix could kill him, and it was hard to say when he woke up.
It’s okay. He sleeps as long as he wants. I’ll wait for him.
I lost consciousness in the clouds.
I gave him all my powers, but I didn’t know what he was doing.
He’s got a great vision like the sea, a little girl in it.
In order to lure the nine voodoo women into prostitution, the Fantasy Gentleman can stretch out and lead the snakes out as a new widow.
In the mass grave, he met a little girl whose bones were broken, whose hair was covered in mud, and whose forehead was covered with mud, like an abandoned, unwanted rag doll.
The rag doll grabbed his horn and asked him for a piece of paper to worship his country in a careful tone.
There was a sudden movement of a string in the heart.
God has mercy on all people, and nature treats this rag doll well.
Take it back to the sky and keep it.
The rag doll washes it clean, and it’s a beautiful fairy who just doesn’t talk too much.
I can’t keep this up. I didn’t order her up to be the southern pillar.
Then find her something to do — like cut out tofuss that can pierce needles.
Flower-planting, ink cooking, rag dolls move more alive than a day. One time, she had her hair nested, and she chased up the tree, and she broke it down, made it up into a ring, and it was too early to die.
She sat on the tree, upside down, upside down, with the garland of the bird’s nest, with her legs running around and laughing, and asked him, “Lord, do you want to eat some of the baked eight at night?” I’m sorry.
That’s right. She smiles nice.
How old is she supposed to be laughing?
Where I don’t know, the scenery treats me so well.
So after three or four months, and the spring of the world, I came back with three clean waters, and far away I saw a lightning thunder above the palace.
Is it coming off the fire?
Can it survive the thunder?
Shit, it’s still in there!
And he rushed into the palace, full of scorched earth and broken vessels, and in the smoke, there was none but himself.
It’s like a cat crying.
The scenery comes out with a white-coloured curtain in a red belly.
When he looked at me, he looked up and looked at his eyes, and he looked at his eyes: “It’s not a shock that spring is going to strike so many thunders, it’s so noisy that he has to go to Ray’s theory. I’m sorry.
Before that, Rinyang, you come here and let me hold you. I’m sorry.
He Xian Nan
When I was 800 years old, I had the privilege of being taken as an apprentice by the Grand Emperor of Antarctica, and the teachers had high hopes for me.
He said, “I am good in everything, and I am well aware of it, that I am less merciful to the people, and that I will go to the world with knowledge in order to learn me.”
I picked out a child that was born out of wedlock, and this “Hong” had 30 years to live, not long enough for me, and not too short for him.
But I’m stuck with a girl who’s also a bastard, and she seems to think that we’re all a bastard and that we should talk.
Who wants to talk to her?
I’m over 800 years old, and the hyenas she brought are ridiculous.
After a dinner, I saw her being bullied by the Four Princes, who should have wanted me to save her, but I walked away.
Two ants fighting. I’m God.
Will you stop in haste because of two ants fighting?
Later, she was told that she had won the fight, bit down a piece of meat from the Four Princes, and was rewarded with a board by the four Princes’ wives, who spent most of the winter lying down.
That’s good. She’s hurt. She won’t bother me anymore.
I didn’t see her once.
When she started, she got hurt and started jumping in front of me.
Sometimes it came to mind that in the fuzzy ginger palace, she was pure as a little rabbit, and I began to unwittingly treat her better.
One time, she picked a peach and gave it to her, and she was so happy that she held it in her arms, rubbed it with her sleeve and couldn’t eat it.
Just a peach.
Send her something better and more beautiful next time.
I think it’s disgusting that Kang’s palace fought in the dark.
The white rabbit took the sword and even stood in front of me when the assault fell.
Is she protecting me?
Ridiculously, how could I have been hurt by a mortal sword, but the way she was before her horse, she spreads her beauty.
God moved and tried to protect her whole life, but “Hyang” had only 30 years to live.
I opened my eyes at the expense of a decade.
The body of a human being is not very clear to me, and I see the phoenix in her future.
Kang looks like he’s a dead country, but Chen’s Chiang-cheong is in hiding.
I always knew she loved me. I had to find a girl and tell her I had a crush.
Now think, it’s a mistake. It’s a mistake.
And when Our time came, every second of it was a countdown, and I feared that I would walk before her, but she would be forced to marry by force.
Then I got her death.
From the border to Kyoto, eight days is the fastest.
I travelled day and night, killing five horses, and arrived at the nearest station on the fourth evening.
But that’s all I have in my time, and he’s 30 years old, and I’ve spent 10 years with my eyes open.
It’s 80 miles away. I couldn’t get to her.
No humans, no dead bodies.
And when he returned to the heavenly palace, his master was angry: “I did not ask you to go to practice, but to lose your heart. How will you be able to do this?” I’m sorry.
And We kneeled on our knees and said: “But by the way of the teachers, I’m sorry.
The whips made by the bloodthirsty vines are the most painful, falling on them, and they are said to remain undiscovered.
So what? I earned it. I put her on my own.
And after having been punished, We passed through every place where she had left traces of her before, with the face of the greeting, and the likeness of those who had been with her before.
There’s not a lot of people who’ve been nice to her.
He Xing is only 30 years old, and now I’ve had countless 30 years to be nice to her, but she’s gone.
On the day of Sister Liu’s death, my eyes were pounding, my left eye, my right eye, and I was worried, whether it was good or bad, until I saw a familiar figure in the crowd.
Elephants, eyeballs, like in the day.
I’m like a enthusiast, straight with her, almost demented.
Until I got hit hard by a guy who said, “Have you got eyes and gone without soul? I’m sorry.
I finally came back to it, and it wasn’t a dream, and it ran up, grabbed her, and shuddered, and asked, “Where have you been all these years? I’m sorry.
But it’s too late.
Love doesn’t come first. Missing is missing.
I think I must have a decent backside when I left, and finally, she said to me, “Hong, you’re going well.” I’m sorry.
This is supposed to be a good time, even if it’s a thousand styles.
And shake hands and say, “Beware, I am well.” “When I am a mortal, I love it, but I have given my life to pursue the One who is in great distress.
And then I became a fairy. He wanted to go back and fix things.
It’s a shame my heart’s not him anymore.
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Case number: YXX1azPQoLL5PamUQ4rK
My heart is like a moon.
Blessed wife: the road of ancient clouds
Half-night, wait.
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