Do you have any of those crying novels?

Do you have any of those crying novels?

Mother Twishiyama said to me before she died: “You must marry an ordinary man, don’t follow her old path, it’s boring!” But I couldn’t do it. I married the emperor and became a great queen. Today is my 64-year-old birthday, and the Emperor is in the palace with a crowd of seven thousand people to celebrate the same day as the rest of the world. I became the most noble woman among the people, though I was.

Actually, I don’t like to be a waste of time, but it’s not appropriate for me to be the main actor in this event.

The feast is a grand feast, and it must be dressed. In the morning, I covered myself as a vase and let Myraki put a set of nine pieces of gold laced pearls into my head.

“Turn your head back, put it right, and don’t laugh like a stupid bitch. Meek has been following me for decades, and when nobody knows what I am, I don’t know what I am.

“The Queen of the Queen of the Queens” and I walked by my phoenix car with Myaki’s hand, with a heavy and high cloud, and I twisted my head to my left and right, and I found out that, except for Myuim, the rest of the people were afraid to step on my shirt eight metres away.

I can’t help but worry, “Everyone’s so far away from home, and if the assassins come later and try to kidnap them, they won’t be able to save them. I’m sorry.

“Put it down, Your Highness. “Whoever has nothing to eat will kidnap an old lady.” I’m sorry.

“That’s true, but mourning is not a normal old lady. I’m sorry.

Myrtle looks at me.

“The family is an old wife of a rich and hostile country. “I do.”

Myraki pulled me into the car.

One.

And when the festive music of the festive temple reached its climax, I — the noblest woman of Daqi — stepped forward and slowly.

The main thing is that it’s too heavy and fast.

The Emperor has taken the lead in welcoming him.

I called myself “Down” and looked around the crowd and saw the news at the top of the hundred.

Of course he saw me. Through the air, across the head of the Emperor’s Queen Princess and several princesses, he’s against me.

He was in a white dress with a straight face, a spirit, and a young and handsome eye.

It is only that he, like me, inevitably gave me a fine line in the eye.

I was a bit dazzled, and suddenly I realized that he was now half a century old.

So that’s how we spent our whole lives.

When I first met the news, I was 16.

My mother was very sick when it rained, and I begged all my servants to help me with a doctor, but none of them would answer.

Then I had to spread out my mother’s hand, and the doorhouse refused to give me an umbrella. Unfortunately, the princess would like to eat the whole fish feast of the building today and buy it, and the umbrella would be exhausted.

I can only run out in the rain.

It’s winter season, and I’m wearing a thin autumn, and it’s wet and cold.

Rain fascinated my eyes.

When I heard the wagon approaching it was too late, a man pulled me out of the car with great force, and I was not killed on the spot.

It’s a young man with a long face and a voice. He’s carrying me like a little chicken. He shouts in his car, “Man, man is fine!” I’m sorry.

I looked up and saw a “sniff” sign on the wagon.

The curtains were lifted, and a golden face, a thin nose, a star.

He himself held an umbrella, got out of the car and stood above my head, opened his mouth and sounded like a human being, and he said, “You’re okay, girl, I’m sorry. Your wife didn’t have eyes on her. You want me to take you to the doctor? I’m sorry.

I said, “There is something. I’m sorry.

I’m sorry I couldn’t get my mother’s medicine, but I’m sorry. I’m sorry.

When I said it, I almost heard the raging hum of Zhang.

The young man still looks at me with a little smile, “How much money do girls want?” I’m sorry.

We said, “100 taels, cash. I’m sorry.

I said it, and I almost heard the humming of the fury, two.

“Well, it’s just that I’m out in a hurry and I don’t have that much cash. Take these 30 taels. If the girl is free, can you come to my house and pick them up with this? I’m sorry.

I picked up his wallet and his jade, “Co.” I’m sorry.

He said, “My home is…”

“I know that the Masters of Wenlong Palace smelled the old man’s house,” and I was anxious to interrupt him, pointing at the plaque. I’m sorry.

I finally asked, “Did you call it a smell? I’m sorry.

He’s laughing at me, he’s got a long eye, he’s like a moon. I’m sorry.

The grandkids of the university masters are known as the children of the 10 years of age.

The most important thing is that it’s a good guess to smell a similar age group in a younger generation.

The smell came closer to me, so I could see myself in his clear eyes, and he said, “Then ask the girl what she is.”

“Bye. “I took his umbrella and ran away.

Two.

The other day, when I came home in haste with my doctor, my mother left me the last sentence of her life, which was to repent for his son-in-law.

She said: “When you grow up, you will find a normal person, and it will not matter whether you are poor or poor. It is important that you love him and that he love you. You two are in the mud, and you have enough food to live in peace towards the Twilight.” I’m sorry.

“Don’t go my way, especially boring. I’m sorry.

But she seems to have forgotten that when she met my father, he was also an unheard-of-wielding centurion, and that a small sesame officer was in the middle of an unattached bandit.

My mother is the leader he’s going to destroy.

Because my mother was too strong, the 20 soldiers who followed my father got scared and left him to fight.

My father cried in front of my mother when he was taken to the mountain, saying that he had lived for more than 12 or 20 years, that even a wife-in-law had to live in a different home, that he was in a bad mood.

My mother had a bowl of red meat in her left hand, and my right hand gave my father tears and smiled: “Why don’t I be your daughter-in-law?” I’m sorry.

My mother volunteered for my father.

She’s had a hard time with my father since she was born.

My father said it’s no good, and the big man should be the one to give his wife and children a rich life. Our mother said, “Then go and break in, and I will be with you.” I’m sorry.

My father signed up when he was in court.

As long as my father’s veterans knew, my father was never close to a woman in red, from the middle of the forest to the Great Desert.

From my father’s guard by an unknown man, the chief, the general, the general, the marshal.

She’s got a good time, she’s got the skills, she’s got the guts, she’s got the guts, she’s got the knife and she’s laughing.

I listened to my father’s lieutenant later.

My mother, who was always a quiet woman in the houseyard, dressed in simplistic, infrequent and with little or no laugh, prefers to run the kitchen and make him a bowl of red meat for each of my father’s days.

Only once, I woke up in the middle of the night like a toilet, and saw her alone drinking in the halls, with a rough pottery pottery, and it was so hot.

She drank it with a little wine, and she looked back at me, and she put her finger on her lips and said, “Don’t tell your father.” I’m sorry.

I’d love to tell her Dad hasn’t been in our yard for a long time.

But she’s laughing, her eyes shine and her cheeks are red.

I finally know that my mother can live so much.

So I swallowed it back.

But that time, the next day, my mother came back to being the silent woman of the past.

I even suspected that the mother who drank from Moon that night under the porch was just a dream I had.

3

When I was two years old, my father was named British Wuhui, and that was the year when the Queen Mother married Princess Ning and my father, knowing that my father had a family.

Princess Ning is said to have been in love with my father at first sight, when she saw him when he returned.

I hid in front of the house and listened to my mother and my father fighting, and I couldn’t understand much of it. All I remember was my father whispering, “Sakura is pregnant,” and the sound in the house stopped.

Sakura is the little word of Princess Ning.

My mother never said a word to my father again.

Because she was the only daughter of the Queen, she could not be a concubine, and she could not even accept being a wife.

So my mother became a concubine, moved out of the main house, and I went from being a princess of the Constabulary to being a bully.

The next year my sister Soo-hyun was born, and my father went to war again.

It’s three or five years, and since then it’s been a long time since I left home and rarely came back.

When he was home, my mother and I had a better day, and once he was gone, his servants were watching the princess as her mother.

The princess tried to force my father to divorce my mother, and my mother tried to divorce my father, but my father disagreed.

He did not know that his wish had caused the tragedy of two women, no, three, me and Soo Ying.

Me and my mother are often hungry, not to mention that there’s charcoal in winter and there’s fanning in summer.

That’s how my mother’s body was brought down, and she gave me something to eat and the only thinness.

I know that by her nature, she could have left the Constabulary and found another party in the heavens and the earth without a taste of it, and that it was not necessary for a man.

It’s because of me that she’s so depressed that she’s in the house.

Until you die.

I bought her a casket with money from the smell of china, and on the morning of her burial, I packed her belongings and found a carefully preserved red coat from the bottom of the box.

The princess refused to allow my mother’s card to enter the Su family hall on the grounds that the concubine was not entitled to sit with my father after 100 years.

I didn’t argue with her because I wasn’t going to leave my mother’s place in the hall, not because my mother was not qualified, but because my father and the whole family were not worthy of her.

My mother didn’t agree with my father when he was married. He was the so-called elders of the Soo family, who lined up every day to give my mother reason.

Only the princesses and the Queens are afraid of angering the Sioux family and keeping them rich.

I remember it with a mouth open.

4

On the afternoon of my mother’s burial, I found an abandoned Buddha in the temple outside the city, trying to put her card in it.

I didn’t think I’d run into the smell again.

After the snow, all the horses, he came in a tumbler, and stopped in front of me and asked me where I was going.

The eyes touched the tablets in my hands and whispered “sad.”

He couldn’t figure out, “Why do you wear it when you’re a relative?”

I looked down at myself and said, “It’s my mother who died. It’s her favorite dress, but for some reason I didn’t have a chance to wear it again. I think she’d like it if I wore her last. I’m sorry.

He nodded his head, raised his hand and dropped it, and finally handed me a fragrance handkerchief, and he said, “Fall.”

I gave my father-in-law some fragrance money from the temple, and asked him to take care of my mother.

I’m not leaving.

He turned his back on me, and he was like an old man in the sun, and he couldn’t stand in the snow.

I’m so touched. “Does he smell waiting for me? I’m sorry.

He got scared and turned around and noded his head while he unzipped.

“I think the girl walks alone, it’s dark early in the winter, it’s not safe for the girl to go back on her own. My carriage is not far away. I’m sorry.

And when he looked at me, he was ashamed, and hastened to explain: “I, I do not mean to offend the girl. I can sit on the counter, not with the girl. I’m sorry.

He’s a decent man.

I felt the warmth that he had left behind on the masonal, and I was sad and tired for a whole day, and because of that warmth, I was able to regenerate.

I reached out to him, “Soo-soo, call me Junior, Shoo, Fairy.” I’m sorry.

The name Sue is not much in Kyoto, he whispered, “Ah, “and the girl is…”

“That’s right. Su-mong was my father. I’m sorry.

“But,” he said, “No, it’s not a man.”

“My mother is my father’s concubine, the leader of a bad-for-nothing bandit after tea in Kyoto.” I’m sorry.

He didn’t think I’d say it like that.

I couldn’t help but pick up my lips, “Why is it so hard to see a guy like you today? I’m sorry.

“The Prince should have heard of me, and they say that my mother is a bandit and I am a bandit, and that I am not just a do-it-it-it-it-it-it-it-it-it-it-it-it-it-it-it-it-it-it-it-it-it-it-it-it-it-it-it-it-it-it-it-it-it-it-it-it-it-it-it-it-it-it-it-it-it-it-it-it-it-it-it-it-it-it-it-it-it-it-it-it-it-it-it-it. I’m sorry.

And he smiled at me, and he finally got back to his son, and he said, “Yeah, I’m surprised that I’m the one who laughs at you all the time, and I didn’t think she’d be watching a joke today. “Aron is true, and there is no need to be conceited.” I’m sorry.

He called me Yong, and no one else called me like that.

I put up my cold hand again, and I waved his jade, “So do you want this or not? I’m sorry.

He looked down at Jade Pei and looked at me. “If Ying likes it, let’s keep it as a gift. I’m sorry.

“You mean, the 70 taels you owe me are a liability, not a debt? “I do.”

He’s a whiff.

I’ve probably never seen a girl with a debt collection on the day she was buried.

But I can’t. I have to live. My mother’s gone. My days at Sue’s will be harder.

“Aron, do you know that if you sell it, you can sell 700 taels. I’m sorry.

He’s really innocent. He must have grown up drinking milk.

I said, “What pawn shopkeeper in the city isn’t the one with the eyes and eyes? Besides, it’s not like I’m a lonely girl who doesn’t get caught. I’m sorry.

“And even if they recognize me as the daughter of the Handyman, then ask Jade Pei’s story.” I’m sorry.

“No matter what I say, we may both be charged with a private charge and given to the people of Kyoto a melon.” I’m used to it, but I’m tired of hearing about you. I’m sorry.

He thought, “Why don’t I go out without silver?” I’m sorry.

I nod my head, “But I’ll add five cents a day. I’m sorry.

He laughed, “Okay. I’m sorry.

But, he said, “In the winter, how can I eat a melon?” No seasons. I’m sorry.

I’m:

We said, “The word “measure” means the word, the word. I’m sorry.

He’s very educated.

The chariot of the Dictionary came, and he did not send me directly to the door and chose a corner not far from the Dictionary to put me down.

Before I got out of the car, I gave him back my thong, and I thought about it or decided to put it all out.

I said, “It’s good to know how much money you’ve made. Can I keep a secret from you?” I’m sorry.

He said, “Ah?”

It’s like I’m going to worship him.

I didn’t pay it, I didn’t sell it, but I hid it, along with my mother’s red coat.

5

I thought my life would be the same, every day, when I was 18-year-olds, and they’d take me out.

It’s what happens in the house.

I didn’t think that half a month after my mother died, there was news of my father’s death.

It is said that this battle was won by me in the presence of a strong and weak man, but my father, somehow, went crazy and hit the enemy’s knife, couldn’t stop it, as if he was dying.

It was too late to drag back to camp.

I heard he shouted “red” all night and broke his breath at dawn.

My mother’s name is Red.

Because he was missing so much as I grew up, I had a weak impression of him.

I just remember how he looked. I walked in the street with a high rate of return, thanks to his good genetics.

Remember he had a special beard, and he liked to rub me in his face when I was a child, and he liked to lift me up high and shouted, “Fly up!”

Or carry me on his shoulder and throw joy in the courtyard, and run to the courtyard and count the grapes.

When the princess arrived, the grape was not beautiful, she was pulled out and planted her favorite red plum.

One time my father came back so mysteriously, he gave me a different necklace, just like Su-hyun.

And he stood at the door, and put on my neck the necklace full of all kinds of stones.

“Do you like it?” He flipped one of them over and showed me, “Your name is on the head. I’m sorry.

I looked at him, and I didn’t understand what he was trying to say.

Did he think that I should steal my joy and thank him, and ask his father if you could sing small stars?

He looked at me as though I was not responding, but as if it were dark, and he stopped saying, “How has your mother been?” I’m sorry.

I took his arm, “Why don’t you come in and ask her yourself? I’m sorry.

“No, Father is gone, you don’t understand, Father is afraid to see your mother.” I’m sorry.

So he was never a hero to me. He was a bag.

He’s just a hero to my mother.

Then she lost the Su-hyun necklace and found me and met me here.

The princess used it as a pretext to “teach” me and my mother.

And my dad wasn’t home.

Look, he thinks he’s good for me and my mother, and it’s all a disguise.

He never knew.

He only touched himself.

I should have hated him, but why, at the moment of his death, was it sad or sad enough?

I lost my mother and father and became an orphan in the 11 days since I was 17 years old.

Six.

The Queen of the Queen’s Landings, who had been waiting for the visit of Princess Nining and Soo Ying to return to the palace just after the festival.

It’s the only good news I’ve heard since the beginning of the year, and I’m happy to be up all night.

After one night, after the two were gone, the property left behind by the Constabulary and my father was sold for sale and sale.

I want to see the mountains that my mother’s been through, the rivers that my mother’s been through, the seas that I’ve jumped, and the sky that I can fly.

I’m beginning to look forward to growing up soon.

If you have to take an accomplice… a companion, the smell is a good choice.

I even wanted to write a book for myself, and I thought of a name. It was called “The Road to the Huomen Girl.”

I never thought I’d be happy earlier.

In order to show the mercy of her mother, Princess Nining brought her image closer to “the great light” in front of the outsiders and asked me to join her and her daughter in the palace on the pretext that “I am left alone in the house for fear that I will not be able to continue.”

I said, “What?”

I don’t know.

Six.

So I was taken to the palace.

No one asked me if I wanted to.

The Queen Mother did not see me like the Princess, but she left me in her sanctuaries when she said she wanted to put me up, feed me and not die of hunger.

She’s got the back of her sleeve, and she’s like, “Grandmother, she’s been with me ever since she was a little girl, she’ll cry if she’s separated from me. I’m sorry.

She looked back at me and looked at me, and she smiled, and she said, “Isn’t that right, sister? I’m sorry.

“Yes, sister, I want to cry now.” I’m sorry.

I took a small bag of my luggage and followed a large group of them to the snowhouse, where she sat on the bed with her shoes barefoot and looked at me.

I said, “Stop it, we understand. “I’ve taken the pots in the hands of my daughter.

And when I was reclining at her feet, she said to me: ‘Su Qi, you better know your place. You only deserve to be my foot mud and go to the palace tomorrow. How can I treat you if you still shake like you were in the Constabulary?’ I’m sorry.

The Queen only wants to say to the Emperor that she should go to the palace which he founded for the nobles, but that she is 15 years old and will choose her son-in-law in a few years, so that she can be seen in advance.

I belong to the light of the great light.

7

The Palace is in the Temple of Sing-ming, and I reported with Soo-hyun the next day. We were not surprised to be late, because Su-hyun felt ill-dressed and had to re-draw and re-chosen his clothes.

By then, Mr. Tutor will have begun the course in a roll, and we will not be surprised to attract attention.

Maybe that’s what Soo-hyun wanted, and we don’t know, but anyway she’s looking down at her shame, looking for an empty seat next to her usual noble lady and sitting down.

She was sitting in the back.

I’m glad to see you nodding when you look after me.

The room seat was a pit of radish, and I was able to find an empty space in the last corner of the classroom, so I rushed over to the young man’s path, which was blocked by the empty space. I’m sorry.

Most of the people present looked at me.

But I didn’t notice at the time, but I was stuck in a situation where there was no seat, and after all, Mr. Soo-hyun was interrupted by me and I, and I didn’t sit down and he couldn’t continue his lectures.

The young man, who I will be at the table with, and who does not see his identity in a simple and tan coat, does have a thin shoulder and a long black hair, and he looks at me like he’s looking out the window, and walks for good.

I called two more times and he didn’t move.

I can’t help but regret that everyone is alone in the table, and that discrimination against people with disabilities is an age-neutral one. I’m sorry.

After I said that, the other half was there and looked at me.

The young man turned back and looked at me, “What did you say? I’m sorry.

I saw his face, and my heart was shaking.

He’s a good-looking man, but he’s got amber-colored eyes, like a leopard. He’s afraid to look at him.

We said, “You can hear, so make room, I’ll go in.” I’m sorry.

The whole class is waiting to see how he reacts.

When he stood up, he stood up, and I found him taller than I, so close to me in the gushing tables and chairs, particularly with a sense of oppression.

I’m afraid he’ll hit me.

Let’s just see him move out of the way.

I heard Mr. Faraway clearly relieved.

I’m not interested in “The One” at all, but I try to listen to people, especially women, who can’t be illiterate in this era.

The boy, my colleague, who looked out the window in the direction of my seat before I came to my table, took his sight when I came.

He apparently did not want to come to see the other classmates, but he couldn’t keep looking at me, so he chose to sleep down.

Even so, sir didn’t come to mind him.

In my experience, either he’s the boss, or he’s the first person who’s not human, or he’s the scum, and he’s been treated by his parents and his husband.

I guess he’s the one behind him because I didn’t mean to take a look at his book, and no schoolboy wrote it like a ghost and he drew a little bitch in the book.

I had to film him for a long time, “Brother Tai.” I’m sorry.

He moved, he twisted his arms and looked at me, and he slept.

I said, “I’m going out after school. I’m sorry.

He looked around the classroom and found that people were gone.

He said, “Why didn’t you wake me up earlier? I’m sorry.

I said, “I cried half an hour ago. Who do you blame for sleeping so well? I’m sorry.

Everyone else had a little bookboy to pack his school supplies, and he packed it himself, just like me, but I was humble and he was probably very hardworking.

“Remember next time, make some noise.” I’m sorry.

I’m:

I said, “Are you going to sleep again? I’m sorry.

I meant to tell him to learn a little bit about the fact that the children who could come here, apart from me being rich or expensive, had a family or a title to inherit, and a little culture didn’t lose.

But such an insolent young man should not listen and say, “I love your eyes, so you keep them closed, and you won’t be ashamed.” I’m sorry.

I can’t help but think that’s a bad reason. I’m not too cold.

Half a mile away with a big walker in the trunk.

I don’t know what he means.

At that time, one hand was pressed softly on my shoulder and turned around to smell.

And I did not see him for many days, but he was still so handsome, and I looked with my eyes bright, and I pulled a little thought out of the book.

“Don’t talk yet. I’ll count the interest you owe me. I’m sorry.

Sniff it in front of me, and look at me, “You… with a plan? I’m sorry.

I bowed my head, couldn’t handle him, nod my head, “Can’t I? Four nine thirty-six…”

“…all right. I’m sorry.

“Yon, are you all right? How do you get used to it? I’m sorry.

I said, “Seven is seven and that’s it. I’m sorry.

“Tomorrow I will tell you to sit with me and not next to the Nine Princes. I’m sorry.

“I can do it, four, eight, 32… I look up and smell.

At the same time, I thought I was a prince at the table.

Don’t you know the prince has money? Are you interested in Ben Hong? Would you like to invest in a woman who’s born out of nothing?

Yes, I haven’t given up my “reverse” path.

“Did you not notice that his eyes were a bit different?” I’m sorry.

It was only in the euphemism that I learned that the Nine Princes, who were the same age as me, had taken the devil’s son’s script.

The birth mother of Shaw was a cloud, and he died because he was born. On the night of his birth, Da Qijin was struck by a rare storm, and it was predicted that the child would not be well, so that the child was born with a different child.

Of course, he was seen as a monster, and he had been held hostage by everyone since he was a child.

That’s why everyone was as surprised when I volunteered to be with him.

I asked him if he had a bad temper and a bad temper. I’m sorry.

“It’s true, so it doesn’t seem as though he’s a monster.” I’m sorry.

I laughed, “I’d be better off if I had long eyes, cold eyes, crowding out, pitiful, obstinate temperaments, and strangely mischievous, and I’d love to kill with my hands.” I’m sorry.

He lamented and said, “This is the case for everyone, I can’t care about anyone else, and you can’t be with him. I fear you will be bullied. I’m sorry.

That’s really heartless and touching.

I looked at him and said, “Sniff your brother, why don’t you leave me alone and leave me alone? I’m sorry.

The smell went red.

I laughed behind him, I forgot to ask for money, and I played the honest, and I enjoyed it.

It’s just a laughter of how much of a heart move I know.

8

When I learned about Shaw’s life, I saw him with a few more sympathys, and it was everyone’s responsibility to focus on adolescent mental health.

One day, Mr. Zhang gave me an invitation, and I took the initiative to say, “Your Majesty, may I borrow an ink? I’m sorry.

He looked at me and said, “Have you not? I’m sorry.

I will drop my ink outside the window, “No, now, lend me. I’m sorry.

Shaw:

I did not wait for him to speak, to grab his ink, and after a while, I pushed my own pavilion between me and him, and I said, “Before too much ink and waste. If His Majesty does not turn away, share one with me.” I’m sorry.

He hasn’t spoken for a long time, he hasn’t moved, he’s down.

He said, “Take care of yourself. I don’t need charity. I’m sorry.

After that, he went out of his way, with his eyes open, and he dropped out of school.

I was groaning, looking down, and I saw him hiding at the table’s feet, in two pieces.

I saw him as soon as he opened his bookbox, and somehow his tatter was broken, and then he became used to it, and I don’t think he did it himself.

I look at his back, and I love the mental health of adolescents, and I need to go back.

After a few days of school attendance, Shaw was either contaminated with unknown stains or his pen was broken.

He put up with it and left in silence.

But once and for all, Mr. can’t always be blind, and the order of the classroom is still to be maintained. I’m sorry.

Shaw’s face is so dazzling, “I don’t have a pen, I don’t have a pen, I don’t want to do anything here. I’m sorry.

As soon as his voice came down, I heard a few of his classmates laughing.

I couldn’t stand to stand up, and I used it as a brick, and I hit it on the table, and the ink splattered, and I said, “It’s over! It’s a childish thing to do behind your back. I’m sorry.

I looked at people at the table with my legs on my legs, and I scrambled.

“Whomever I am in Kyoto, I’ll talk to you today, and whoever dares to bully Shaw again will bully me. I can beat your mother to death, and I won’t believe it! I’m sorry.

I’m finished, there’s no sound in the classroom.

The little fat guy in front of me who smiled the most and was splattered with ink was about to cry.

Shaw, who had stopped him from coming to the door, turned around and looked at me, and he looked at me, and it was filled with feelings I could not understand.

I will always remember this moment, because it is a moment of extraordinary light in my life, and I feel that I stand there and that I am the hero who came back with the thorns.

I don’t think I made a mistake.

I defended the right of a teenager to normal learning.

– When I was punished by a man who kneeled before him before him and tried to beat me on the board, I said so.

“Yes, Miss Sue has the courage. I’m sorry.

“Hand out.” I’m sorry.

After the gentleman left, I had no idea how long I had been kneeling and suddenly a black figure fell on the left.

Shaw didn’t look at me. “This is because of me, and I’m punished. I’m sorry.

“…”

He said, “I also fell down the plaza. I’m sorry.

I was just about to say something. There’s another white figure on the right.

Me and Shaw, we both watch and smell.

“Don’t say anything, I’m a good boy, come and kneel with them and let us go in a moment, and if I let you two go, I’m afraid I’ll have to kneel here. I’m sorry.

I’m grateful for watching him. I’m sorry.

Smells like a deep breath, “I’ve thrown Mr. Pod.” I’m sorry.

Me and Shaw watch him again.

Respect him and decide to impress him from today.

In the sights of both of us, the cynicism of a face turned into panic, and he asked us, “Did I go too far?” I’m sorry.

Nod between us.

I’ll see you later.

I thought I was going to stare with Confucius and I wasn’t alone so soon.

And remember that I am full of excitement, exulting, and tearing apart the hands of Xiao and those who have heard, and rejoiced, saying: “The three of us have suffered from this. I am so happy, shall we worship?” I’m sorry.

They look at me like fools.

I don’t know if you’re forgetting about us, or if you’re trying to take care of the classroom. On both sides, it’s dark outside the door.

I stood up with my knees on my knees, and I said, “Damn it, no one here looks at the camera. I’m sorry.

She looked at me in a state of wonder, laughing at her: “She’s the one who spits out a word or two from time to time and doesn’t follow the rules.” I’m sorry.

Shaw said to laugh back.

It’s like, “You laugh too. I’m sorry.

“I’m a man too, I guess. I’m sorry.

I’ll see you later.

“It’s really amazing, it’s beautiful, it’s beautiful. I’m sorry.

While they were attending a school, they were not familiar and had not been separated from each other since this evening, and the more speculative the conversation was when no one had spoken half a night.

I’m invisible on the side. Look at them. You come to me.

I can do it.

Finally, they found something different and turned their backs on me.

“Yon, why is it all red?” I’m sorry.

I said, “Don’t mind me. Go on, when I don’t exist. I’m sorry.

Shaw’s finger kicked me down.

9

I said we need wine.

But it is clear that Confucius has no wine.

“This isn’t good, is it? I’m sorry.

Shaw raised his hand in silence: “In the cold palace, His Majesty has a small cellar hidden behind his back, but few of us know it.” I’m sorry.

I can see that the depression is the one that appears to be inversely submissive and, in fact, the silent death.

Of course, I do not ask him why he knew the Cold Palace so well, that he was born in such a way that he could imagine the circumstances of childhood.

So we were guided by Shaw, and we were able to stow under the eyes of the night watchman to the Temple of Life, the Cold Palace.

There’s a wine cellar.

The three of us started to get nervous in a row of wine and wine.

“Do you really want to drink?” You can’t steal, and my family won’t drink. I’m a kid. I’m sorry.

Shaw snuggled, “I haven’t had any. I’m sorry.

I wasn’t nervous, I was stressed by them, and I didn’t drink at this time, but I thought I’d be in short supply.

In order to regulate the atmosphere, I started a wine pot and had a good drink.

I forced them to give them two small knuckles of slaps, “Don’t be a man, come and drink and die.” I’m sorry.

They hesitated to look at each other and opened up the wine table.

This is the case of young people, who, regardless of the good or the bad, can jump if they are led, even if there is a pit ahead.

I can’t remember how many drinks the three of us had.

First, it was just a drink, and somehow it started to get worse.

First of all, he said that he was under too much pressure every day to hear the parents’ and their grandchildren’ identity in there, being a child of the gods, staring at them and looking forward to them.

He did not go back at all. He said that he had panicned and was ashamed of his parents and his grandfather, and that he was forced to advance himself at all times.

It’s sad, it’s worth a big white.

I hit a jar with the smell, turned my head against Shaw, “It’s your turn. I’m sorry.

Look at me. “My misery? I’m sorry.

I raised the wine table to him.

Then it’s my turn.

Blame it on the day when the wine was too strong, so I kept my secret in my heart for more than a decade. I scolded my father, yelled at the princess and Soo-hyun, and scolded this time.

I say television dramas and novels are all lies, others travel one by one, not to say that God has given golden fingers, and individually has gone too far and even made God himself.

The Queen of White Lotus, the Queen of Miyagi, is the voice of the Chinese voice, and the dance is the sound of the Chinese voice.

It’s my turn to be the best of the best of the best when I’m going through, so why do I remember only “Moonlight in front of the bed” and “Moose Goose”?

I’m just a man who’s been squeamishly squeamishly squealing through a high examination to get three books. I have to go back to literacy, otherwise I’m illiterate, I can’t read a little yellow book, and I can’t understand the meaning of a little yellow book.

I’m not going to do this, I’m going to do business, I’m not going to be a rich woman, but I’m still in the middle of a normal baby’s life, and I’m not going to be able to remember my origins until I’m four or five years old.

My father was still alive, and I told him I had a rich plan, and he didn’t look like he had a high knee, so let me go to bed.

My father does not believe in my mother, nor does my mother. My mother says, “You are a child without your father and love your mother, and there is no need to speak nonsense to draw the attention of adults. I’m sorry.

I’m:

Without the start-up funds and without me as a child, no one believed me. My money-generating programme has been put on hold until now, and a generation of rich women have been buried.

The more I talk, the more I point at Shaw, the more I say, “You say, I’m not miserable! I’m sorry.

They saw me, saw me and noded.

As soon as I’m excited, I’ve decided to tell them about my entrepreneurial ambitions. What if they’re interested? And my start-up fund?

After a half-day of spitting, their eyes became increasingly lost and suddenly they squeezed at me.

I had a bad feeling, and I turned back, and I saw a man standing in front of the cellar, a skinny middle-aged man.

“Who do you not know this is His Majesty’s cellar that cannot be stolen? Report you to the Ang. ‘When I had finished my yelling, I fell down on my knees, listening to the depression and hearing.’

One way: “The Father.” I’m sorry.

One: “Your Majesty. I’m sorry.

I’m:

It was only when he approached that he could see his face, look at him with a good look, and not be angry.

“Your Majesty, may my daughter recite a poem?” I’m sorry.

9

The atmosphere is at its height.

There’s a table and a chair in the cellar, and Wuty is sitting, and the three of us are standing in line and the atmosphere is afraid to come out.

When I saw the table empty, I said, “Who drinks the most? I’m sorry.

I raised my hand.

He looked at me, and he smiled, “So, I’ve heard of you. I’m sorry.

I said I’d finish what I told you from the Queen Mother. What good would that bitch say, or the Princess?

I’m just trying to keep selling. I’m sorry.

I’m nodding. I have a bad feeling.

He said, “No more, it’s the Quechua of Thongbong, and there’s only one left. I’ve been hiding for three years, and you’ll be finished. I’m sorry.

He said: “The price of this wine is 300 gold, and you will pay for it.” I’m sorry.

I’m:

I’m:

I’m:

I said, “Only 300 dollars? I’m sorry.

He said, “How about 400 gold? I’m sorry.

“No, Your Majesty. Shouldn’t you be dragged out and cut off? I’m sorry.

As soon as that came out, the mood began to get weird and the squalls looked at me like hell.

‘You are right, why not drag you out and cut you off?’ I’m sorry.

I don’t think he’s joking, panicking. “No, Your Majesty, my daughter’s just joking with you. I’m still trying to pay for 400 and 400, but can I owe you for that? I’m sorry.

Wutien Haha smiled out and shot me in the head. “Come on, get the fuck out of here. I haven’t seen you guys today, okay? I’m sorry.

“I understand,” I heard, “We have not met His Majesty today. I’m sorry.

When he came to the door, he suddenly said, “Silent.” I’m sorry.

All three of us can’t stop. “Father.” I’m sorry.

“Absence and be patient, and let me hear from your husband that you are not good, and I will punish the little girl.” I’m sorry.

I put my tail back up right now. What the hell does that have to do with me?

Then he looked at me, and said, “Yes, my son. I’m sorry.

And as soon as we walked out of the door, We made the gods look back and look at Wuji, and saw him sit there alone, staring at a new drink, looking down.

I suddenly felt sorry for him.

I remember my mother, and that night she was waiting for everyone to fall asleep and sneak under the porch and drink a little bit of herself.

Is it true that the heavens and the earth are rich and rich, and that there are many who have no control over themselves, nor are they able to spare?

When I came out, I said to Shaw, “Your father is a good man, and I can’t believe he’s such an emperor. I’m sorry.

I don’t know, Shaw Road, “I’ve only seen him four or five times a year, and I’ve met him at the party, and I can’t say much. I’m sorry.

I sighs.

I’m an orphan, I don’t have a father, I’m happy among the three, and I’ll take him on my back, “I’m counting on you, and you heard Fong in the cellar. I’ve been blackmailed by His Majesty for 400 gold. When do you repay the money you owe me? I’m sorry.

“Why don’t I pay you back your money?” I’m sorry.

I was a little away from him, “No, 400 gold is a huge sum, and I’ll have to make a deal with you. I’m sorry.

I heard a pair of eyes on a ceremonial lamp. I’m sorry.

And I laughed, “Sing, I’ll count the bride price when I get back. I’m sorry.

“You’re a big fan.” I’m sorry.

And those who had no heart to hear it, and we laughed at ourselves, and did not care when the face had cooled. He said: I shall go first. I’m sorry.

I can’t go back.

Smells like he’s in a bit of a state. “What’s wrong with him? I’m sorry.

I look at the shadow of depression and seem to understand something, but not quite.

10

Because of the day when I was in the palace, my so-called princess Quil prevented me from going to school the next day, and the punishment was a day of reflection.

And in the morning, the stars came to me with the moon, and looked at me, and said, “Well. I’m sorry.

“You’ll be punished for having your brother around with you.” She’s still dead. She smells like her brother. What are you? I’m sorry.

She’s too low for me to talk to.

She admitted that I was afraid of her, and it got more and more. “Today’s Dynasty is only half-day class. I’m going to visit my brother in the afternoon. I’m sorry.

It’s spring.

Su-hyun went away and I swooned.

Ever since I got here, I’ve been pushed by fate, and I can’t do it on my own. God gave me the chance to be a man again and arranged for me to be a piece of junk.

I despise the heavens.

It is in this sadness that I welcome my eighteenth birthday, and then another spring.

In the same year, a number of young ladies and girls with weak crowns and twats left the school, bringing in younger ones.

I was also of the age of completion, but Su-hyun didn’t, according to her, and if I didn’t look in the eye, I took her smell brother away, so I was not allowed to finish her first.

I’m laughing at my face. Do you smell me? He can’t even remember how many times he pulled me.

Who would have thought that either me or Shaw would be able to do it together if he were a drunkard on his back?

After school, Shaw and I were still at the same table, and since he was struck once last year by Wuty, he has not been able to sleep, but without causing him to wander around and go to school, and he leans on me to take me as a pillow, naturally.

I’m writing a word, and I can’t wait to be hit by him, and I can’t take it.

“Shaw,” I looked at the gentleman who was walking in front of my head, whispered, “Do you want to die? I’m sorry.

After more than a year, we have been speaking with greater impunity, and when no one speaks to us, he is much more of a personality under the influence of me and my sagas, and no one dares to bother him any more than I did before.

And the new ones, each one of them, were so close to him, especially his eyes.

This is also because I, using public opinion, wrote an anonymous novel all night, “An angel’s Fanto gave birth to a prince to save his life,” and let the smell sneak to a fancy place like the building, paying for a few books to buy and explain.

And although there is no name in it, it is the angels who were turned upside down that were born with a pair of ambers.

The book was widely disseminated among the population, and the images of Xiao Xiao were quickly reversed, and the children were rarely heard of, and young people were fantasies.

Especially the day before yesterday, when I arrived to sit down, I saw the little girl of the Monsignor of the Ministry with a nice snack box, with a red face in front of Shaw, and a gift, “Your Majesty, this is my own snack, please taste it. I’m sorry.

She’s gone with her skirt.

Shaw:

He had to throw it out the window, and I took it from him. “It’s the girl’s heart, waste and shame, you don’t eat it. I’m sorry.

He said, “You don’t like sweets? I’m sorry.

“That can’t be wasted. It’s expensive to see. I’m sorry.

“…”

When I remember this, tell me about the stain on my post, “Do you want to die? I’m sorry.

He smiled at my threats, and the sky covered his face with an axed face, and his cheeks were red, and Amber’s eyes were as though it had melted.

I was fascinated by beauty, turned my head and calmed the deer’s broken heart and decided to forgive him.

In order to cover up my shameful shame, We have turned over the textbooks that Mr. had just distributed.

It is a book of poems, asking to read and recite the full text.

I’ll turn around and see a song of Wing Mei.

“The poets are also careless, and the `false’ of the phrase “True Mei-mei-Jianbei” is wrong. * I’m on Shaw Road and then I put a pen on it. *

I didn’t say a word, but it was all quiet, no, dead.

I looked away, “Why? That’s the wrong word. I’m sorry.

Shaw covered my mouth, looked at the window, and I looked at him, and I got scared.

The Wu Emperor stood out of the window sometime.

I’m:

The king of a country does what the masters do.

I wonder if he has come in.

Everyone’s on their knees.

He waved at me, “You come over here, the Sioux. I’m sorry.

I stood up hard on my head and walked forward, and I looked at him in my head, and he shook my head, so I didn’t know.

His predecessor’s hymns are a happy story.

I went down before the Wu Emperor.

Seeing him with that poem, he turned to the page of Wing Mei, and he looked at me, and he couldn’t see anger in his face. I’m sorry.

As I said, “There is no opinion of poetry, but the word “converted” is wrong.” I’m sorry.

And he grunted, “Why is it that one cannot see when your eyes are sharp?” I’m sorry.

“How would I know that? I’m in my belly, “The next person… et cetera.” I’m sorry.

I turned the book back on the cover and pointed it to the author who said, “Your Majesty, this man from the frost, isn’t he you? I’m sorry.

I was right!

I understand why no one dares to blame the society. Who dares to blame the Emperor?

But I can’t even dream that Wu Duk can narcissistic to this extent and that this poem is a repulsive one.

“The people of the world know my number, don’t say you don’t know it.” I’m sorry.

I really don’t know. I don’t read about the author, I don’t feel bad about the number, but if I don’t know, it’s like I’m not looking at the emperor, and it’s dead.

I’m ashamed to cry, and I have reason to say, “Your Majesty, you are the emperor, but who says that the emperor will not write the wrong word? When a man does write the wrong word, don’t feel the wrong word.”

Behind you is a breath.

I seem to have explained myself to the dead end.

I’ll shut up.

“Come with me, I won’t hit you.” I’m sorry.

“…”

I was sneaked into the Royal Library by Wudaddy.

I fell down on my knees and started looking for a pillar far away that would be good for me.

Wuji sat in the middle of the dragon chair and looked at me with no face and smiled at me, “Get up, I will not punish you.” I’m sorry.

“I have asked you to come, but I want to hear the truth. Everyone knows the wrong word, and I know it. But no one dares to say that they would have changed the dictionaries to wrong, and would not have the courage to remind me how pathetic you are. I’m sorry.

I remembered the king in King’s New Clothes.

Does he know he’s running naked?

“What would His Majesty like to hear? I don’t know anything about a girl. I’m sorry.

“I don’t want to embarrass you. I’m sorry.

I’m:

Your Majesty, are you serious?

I sincerely said, “Your Majesty is handsome, he is handsome, he is a middle-aged man, he has a face and a face, and you must have fallen for many girls in Kyoto when you were young.” I’m sorry.

And I wonder if my words drew a recollection of him, and his vanity appeared, and there was light in his eyes, saying, “Yes, it is. I’m sorry.

And not modesty.

“Second question,” he said, “I am half a year old and I’m getting worse, and the ministers are pushing me to form a prince, and you’ve been with the princes in the palace for over a year. I’m sorry.

If the first question is a hot test, the second question is killing me.

I bowed down on my knees, and said, “Your Majesty, this question is the fate of any television show or novel. If you are angry at me for having seen you in public today, drag me out and cut me off. I’m sorry.

“I am asking you sincerely. I’m sorry.

I mean it, too, “I’m a little girl, how do I fit a platinum? I’m sorry.

“You’re humbled, right? My sons and my sons, the Nine Kings and Ichikos, have been able to take charge of them in order to bring them into line. I’ve heard about you before from your father. I’m sorry.

Huh? Is he my father? I thought he was the queen.

‘Your father said, ‘You are not like the children of others. If you were a boy, he would certainly take you to battle and raise you into a generation’ I’m sorry.

I don’t care, “Well, he’s sexist, Mulan knows for his father? I’m sorry.

“No, he’s not, because your mother was with him a thousand times in the shadow of a sword, and he didn’t want you to be like your mother, and he said that the girl was no better than the boy. I’m sorry.

“He was afraid of your mother every time he went out to fight, and he drank with me when he was a general, and he said the same thing, and you were not there.” I’m sorry.

“He says he can finally give his wife an answer. Isn’t it for the sake of peace and stability? He’s going home to his wife and kids and he’s going to spoil your mother. I’m sorry.

My nose is sore that I have not shed tears: “But he married the Princess, and I will not forgive him. Your Majesty, you do not have to baptize him.” I’m sorry.

“The Princess alas” said, “She’s been used to asking for it since she was a child, and she never knew what to pay for it. I’m sorry.

Speaking of which, he said, “You know what’s going on in your house. Do you want to avenge your mother? I’m sorry.

And I said, “Yes, but I can’t report it, let’s not say that power is not allowed, but it is. How can I report it?” Did I take the Princess too? All she loved was my father, and my father was dead. I’m sorry.

“And my father never loved her before, and she entered the Constabulary like a widow, which is the best punishment for her. I’m sorry.

“Oh, what do you say?”

“Look at the number of times my father’s march, and His Majesty knows best how many wars there are in Daqi, and my father’s constant absence is just to avoid her, or who loves the separation? I’m sorry.

He laughed: “Yes, your father has come to me to ask me, and Young is a man of understanding, but there is something you do not understand. Your father accepted the marriage of the Princess because the Princess and the Queen made some means in it. I’m sorry.

“You’re young, you don’t need to know the details. Just know that your father had no choice. I’m sorry.

I’m guessing, but I still don’t want to forgive my father, but there’s a way.

He didn’t. He chose to go.

So I don’t forgive him.

“What about Soo-hyun? “Don’t you hate her? She robbed you of what was yours, and as far as I know, she was extremely fond of it. She waited only two more years, and the Queen would probably have asked me to marry her. I’m sorry.

“Will His Majesty give marriage?” I’m sorry.

“Do you want me to marry?” I’m sorry.

I thought about it and I didn’t know how to answer it.

“Don’t you like to smell? I’m sorry.

And I thought, and I don’t know how to answer it, and at this point, there was a ludicrous shadow, and he laughed at me in the spring.

“Or do you like Little Nine?” Wu Emperor.

I’m:

“Don’t you see that Xiaohu is interested in you? I’m sorry.

I realized at this moment that the emperor was the emperor, and I’m afraid we, the little ones, can’t escape his sharp eyes.

I simply didn’t struggle to say, “I didn’t think well. I’m sorry.

I know what I’m feeling, and of course I know what it’s like to be depressed, but whatever I’m with them, I’m locked in a deep house or a deep palace.

And then I met a lot of Princesses and Soo-hyuns, all my life fighting, which I didn’t want.

I’m a selfish man, and I love freedom more than both of them.

“But, Your Majesty, don’t let him be like me, and you don’t know who you’re looking for. I’m sorry.

After all… it’s important for adolescent mental health. I’m sorry.

“You’re young, you know you can’t be born in the Royal, but you have to learn that things can’t just look at the surface, and sometimes the distance is just protection, understand?” I’m sorry.

I think I do.

He took a deep breath and said, “Let me tell you something, the eyes were not born, but were poisoned in the womb. I’m sorry.

“…”

“I’ve had enough of this in my life and I’m tired of it. The water in the palace is deeper than you think. I’m sorry.

Know that the Queen is not my birth mother. My birth mother was like a cloud, and then she had no children on her knees, so she brought me up on her knees; otherwise this dragon chair would not have been my seat today. I’m sorry.

“Most of the Mothers of the Queens are in high-ranking positions in the middle, and the family is so deeply mistaken that it can’t be easily moved. I’m sorry.

“When I first came to the throne, I was in their hands like a puppet, even though they had not been completely eliminated until today, and I had to be held hostage to them, even…”

He said that he had come here to hide his emotions, that his hand had been held in the hand of the dragon chair, and that he had broken his roots, and he said, “I can’t even protect my own loved ones.” I’m sorry.

“It has become clear to me from that moment on that day that there is freedom for anyone in this world to live with his beloved, and that the Emperor alone has not, because once he is in this chair, he is not himself. I’m sorry.

“He is the God of all, and he shall bury his heart in the earth, and he shall not let anyone know of his preference, which means the handle, the weak, the organic, and the eye of all. I’m sorry.

“You play with Mr. Toys, you’re afraid of losing your souls, and you’ll be disproportionately magnified. I’m sorry.

“A thing or a human being, once I have shown that I like a little bit, he will be targeted at the moment, and will be seen by everyone, and will be judged, as long as there is a small error, and there will be no change.” I’m sorry.

The Emperor has the greatest power in the world, but it is used to protect the people of the world. He alone cannot protect himself and those around him.

No wonder he had a cellar hidden in the cold palace.

Take off his robe, he’s first and foremost a man.

If he’s not really the one to talk to, why talk to a little girl?

Since then, I have secretly resolved that my future generations must not be allowed to repeat what I have done, and that Xiao 9 is too much like me, so I can only appear to have left him alone. I’m sorry.

I’m nodding, I see.

He said to me: “Did I not give you a word of truth? Who do you think I should make of the princes? I’m sorry.

I looked up at him, “I don’t know. I’m sorry.

“But when I choose the dilemma, I like to throw steel tumbles… and throw the copper money to the right and the wrong, and give it to God. I’m sorry.

And the Wu Emperor nodded his head, and said, “When will you owe me 400 cents for the copper?” I’m sorry.

I’d like to smoke myself in my mouth and give you any money.

Wu Jing Dynasty said, “Let’s talk to me about your entrepreneurship. I didn’t hear it all last year in front of the wine cellar, and if I can, I can give you another 400 gold, when you have the start-up money. I’m sorry.

Oh, my God, have you finally opened your eyes?

I cried, “Do you need money, Your Majesty?” I’m sorry.

His Majesty has to say, “Who has a grudge against money? I’m sorry.

Then I spent one hour telling him about my plan to make money. I’m sorry.

Finally, I reached a consensus with Wu Dil, who, as the shareholder behind me, provided me with financial and personal support, let me go and do it, and at the end of the year he was seven and three.

But keep it a secret. He knows what I know.

I look at him again, and he’s not His Majesty. He’s the Savior.

And We wish him luck as the East Sea and life as the South Mountain.

I also have one condition, “Your Majesty, if the Princess wishes to marry me out, I hope you will stop me and I will take my own happiness. I’m sorry.

“Don’t worry, the emperor has a high ability to learn, and the words of modernity will be used only once I say it. “It’s only because of a treasure girl like you I can’t let you go out, come and ride with you from tomorrow on, and save your sister the troubles of every day. I’m sorry.

That’s not what I heard. I looked at him very carefully.

No way.

It’s not like that, is it?

I was careful to say, “Your Majesty, I know I’m beautiful, but you’re two years older than my father…”

Before I finished, I was thrown out of a poem.

“What is in your head all day long? I’m not going to do my body, so you can come with me to serve the ink, and I’ll be free to carry my poems and read less.” I’m sorry.

And this time, I’m willing to fall in love with you. I’m sorry.

This is the happiest day of my life. I jumped out of the Royal Library.

I was waiting for you at the corner, waiting for me to come out in a hurry, and I said, “Did your Majesty bother you?” I’m sorry.

“No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. I’m sorry.

Eleven.

The day after school, I came to the Royal Library with a planner’s letter, as promised, to perform my duty of grinding ink and poking for money.

Without knowing how hard it was to be an emperor, I felt headaches just by looking at them, and His Majesty did so day in and day out for half of his life.

And I had the ink sharpened to my side, and he said to me from time to time, and occasionally asked me about something that was not important, and listened to me.

I can’t help but think that if my father were alive…

It’s been a long time since I’ve been back.

Getting up, walking into a man outside the door.

Shaw?

I was surprised to see Shaw. I didn’t tell him I was coming to the Royal Library.

The coolest of the three of us was Wu Dil, and after Xiao Dil, he pointed to me in a few cases against Xiao Dil: “Sit, where was I?” I’m sorry.

And then there’s the time for his father and his son to respond, and I’m talking.

That’s why he asked me yesterday about the prince? He’s already settled on Shaw?

You can’t look at the surface.

Then, too late, Wu Emperor sent me back. “Are you scared? I’m sorry.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m freaking out. I said:

I’m sorry.

And I walked with Shaw, and I said: “Well, you have deceived me and the smell of bitterness, and His Majesty has left you alone for many years, and you have kept us from the water, and we are worried for you. No wonder you have been bullied. I’m sorry.

“Me, too,” he said, “Doing business for the emperor, you’re so bold. I’m sorry.

He said, “The father won’t let me. I’m sorry.

I said, “Your Majesty won’t let me. I’m sorry.

We’ll be quiet and laugh at each other.

And I thought, “So now all we’ve heard is the smell. Do we have a chance to tell him?” I’m sorry.

“No, I don’t think so. I’m sorry.

“Yes, it’s not that he’s afraid to say it.” And I said, “The main thing is that we’re so decent that we’re both doing so much, and he can’t be afraid of us every day. I’m sorry.

‘No,’ Shaw stopped looking at me, ‘Aron, I want to have a secret with you that only the two of us know. I’m sorry.

I looked at him.

We said, “Shaw, it’s only a matter of time before His Majesty calls you a store.” I’m sorry.

He said, “Yes. I’m sorry.

And he said, “Even if I sat in that place, I would not have chosen for myself, but I would have lived a life of pairs.” I’m sorry.

“That’s what I’m afraid of, you know, I do business, I want money, I don’t want to be trapped, but if…”

“Don’t say that,” he went back and interrupted me. “I know what you’re looking for, and I don’t want to force you. I’m sorry.

“…thank you, Shaw. I’m sorry.

Thank you so much.

He took a deep breath and turned around and looked at me again, with a smile in his eyes, as usual, saying, “Let’s go and take you back.” I’m sorry.

“Okay. I’m sorry.

“Do you think I’m selfish? I’m sorry.

“No, everyone has the right to pursue the life they want. When I become Emperor, I’ll protect you. You can go anywhere you want. No one can stop you, okay? I’m sorry.

I’m going to focus on, “Okay!”

12

For more than two years, I’ve been running a fire pot shop in Kyoto, and I’ve got a few other businesses, and I’ve got an emperor on my back.

We’ll have to get out of Kyoto.

I know it’s time.

I’ll say good-bye to the Emperor while I’m at it.

“There was also a meaning for you when you were left behind,” said Wu Jing. I’m sorry.

“I know. I’m sorry.

How can I not know that, for two years, I went with him to the minister and listened to them talking about the field, and even I had to go through it and approve it.

My insights are growing, my heart is open and my eyes are growing longer, and they are no longer in trouble with the Princess and Su-hyun, and they are not in trouble with me, and even the Queen is always angry with me, but they are not getting me wrong.

In the words of Wu Dynasty, Young is getting more and more obscurant.

The two years he was old, and the horns were white, he said: “I will not ask, I will go out, but I will look at the mountains that your father has taken, and will continue to fill my little vault.” I’m sorry.

I HUH-HUH, “Your Majesty, your private bank is not small. I’m sorry.

He laughs, “I know you think I’ve exploited you too hard, well, and you’ve got a five-and-a-half. I’m sorry.

“His Majesty is happy, His Majesty is open, Long live His Majesty! I’m sorry.

And when he came out of the Royal Library, the Wu Emperor said, “Go and see the smell before you leave, and the university officials have come to sue the Emperor, saying that his grandson is beyond his control, and that he will not obey the laws of the land, nor will he fight.” I’m sorry.

“What’s wrong with him?”

“He refuses to take heed, and he leaves his home with all that he says, so advise him.” I’m sorry.

“…”

Two years ago, the business returned to its communicators, focused on preparing for the examination, and took a dollar without any suspense until the end of the month.

When Shaw and I went to his house to congratulate him, he said that he was laughing as usual.

Why don’t you think so?

I went to the maester’s.

The servant said the young master was in the garden to see the windstand.

One month without seeing him, he’s in great decline, he’s sitting in a booth, he’s wearing a snowcoat, and he’s looking at me.

“Yon, you’re here. * He’s dazzling and smiling at me. *

I said, “Are you doing this for me? I’m sorry.

“Yes or no,” he said, “Your Majesty intends to marry His Majesty to marry the eldest daughter of His Majesty, you know that? I’m sorry.

I nod my head, Miss Chang, and I know that I’ll be a good queen.

“Shaw told me that he had made it clear to you, that you had rejected him two years ago, that you had to be free, that I wanted you, that I would give you the freedom to go wherever you wanted. I’m sorry.

He held my hand and said, “There are many ways in which I can’t be an official, but there’s only one Ah Yong, and I can’t catch up with him in my life. I’m sorry.

“Aron, I didn’t mean to push you, you could still be yourself, so if you didn’t want to, don’t compromise. I’m sorry.

“I will,” I hold his hand, and I say, “Since, believe it or not, every one of my hundreds of ideas for the rest of my life includes you. I’m sorry.

“I’m afraid I won’t get to you. Will you marry me? I’m sorry.

His eyes were red and he looked at me with tears and he stood up and hugged me. “Aron, I waited five years for you to say this. I’m sorry.

13

His Majesty has given me and His Majesty to marry.

We’re stuck together every day, we’re tired of talking about the details of the wedding, and we’re talking about where we’re going to go after the wedding.

And I will not be free from the likeness of the women of the earth, but I hope for a good return.

The smell is my good place.

One day it was too late for me to say what I heard, and when I returned to the palace, it was dark, and I was too cold to be hit by a man.

Su-hyun looked at me, smitten me and ran away crying.

The Princess came after her, stopped on my side, looked at me as if he was going to eat me alive.

“This is the punishment,” I said before her, “You took my father’s punishment from my mother 18 years ago. I’m sorry.

“So you took the picture from Ying? I’m sorry.

“Is it true that in your eyes there’s nothing but robbery and no robbery, and that there’s never been a real exchange of heart? I smiled, “I don’t have to take it, he doesn’t like Soo-hyun.” I’m sorry.

And I saluted him, and he said, “It’s dark, my mother is going slow and I’m busy trying to get married. I’m sorry.

“Don’t be too early,” she said behind me, “You haven’t yet entered the door of the smell, have you? I’m sorry.

I don’t care about her.

Yet I overestimated their mothers and daughters, and I thought they should never be so shameless.

I will return with His Majesty on that day, and I will hear the noises before I go into the snow.

In my bedroom, the Queen Princess was gathered, the bed was broken and the hymns sat around the covers crying, and it was clear that there was nothing on him.

He stood by his eyes, weeping for blood, and left traces of something. He only looked at me. “Aron, I came to you today. I’m sorry.

I smiled.

“That’s how you treat my father, right? I say to the Queen and Princess, “Yes, yes, yes. I’m sorry.

“Soo-hyun, you win, I quit. I’m sorry.

“You’re stupid enough to make me laugh. “I do.”

14

It was three days since Shaw found out about the incident, and he had recently been very busy preparing for the sealing.

“Aron, do you need it?”

“No need. I’m sorry.

He couldn’t believe me. “You can swallow this? I’m sorry.

I looked up at him from my knees, and I said, “What are you gonna do? I’m sorry.

“You and I both know what he’s got in mind, he’s gonna drop it for me, he’s gonna drop it for me, he’s gonna say no for me, he’s gonna say no for me. I’m sorry.

“But Shaw, I can’t. I’ll kill him. I’m sorry.

“I’ll make him die. I’m sorry.

And Xiao Ziu looked at me for a long time, and reached out to me with his hand, and held me by a distance, and he touched me in the way of my head, “Cry, Young, weep, I will always stand behind you.” I’m sorry.

It rained at night, and We packed ourselves up, and went out to see the long-awaited news.

Five years ago, the day I first met him, it rained, and it was probably impossible for God to see me and him at home, and at the beginning and end, one of us had nowhere to hide.

It’s me or him.

I raised the umbrella over his head, as he did five years ago.

He has no blood on his face.

“Let’s go,” he grabbed my hand with thin claws, and used all his strength. “Aron, I’ll take you away. I’m sorry.

“You marry Soo-hyun. “I do.”

He strutted.

“She can’t marry anyone but you. The people of this age put the innocence of a woman above their lives, “and the Queen will never allow you to marry her.” I’m sorry.

“Let’s just go, your grandfather, your parents and their families, what about your future?” I’m sorry.

He said, “It’s none of your business. You only say, “Will you come with me?” I’m sorry.

“The wedding is ready. Smell it. You look good in that dress. It suits you. I’m sorry.

“Aron…”

“That’s it, okay? I asked you to do one last thing for me. I’m sorry.

After that, I turned around.

I lost my umbrella and let it rain on me so he wouldn’t find me crying.

I heard it all over behind me, “Soo-ho, I hate you. Do you have to live so awake? I hate you…”

I just don’t hear it.

Once upon a time, a man held my hand and said:

When you grow up, you’ll find a normal person. It doesn’t matter, it doesn’t matter, it’s important that you love him with your heart, and he loves you with his heart, and you two Mutts are fed enough to live in peace towards the Twilight.

If I can, who doesn’t want to live in peace and security.

Zhao Wu was 20 years old on May 11, 34 years old.

Three months later, the hearing and Soo-hyun had a great wedding, and I had no intention of avoiding it.

I stayed in Kyoto, and I was so rich, I became an unemotional money machine.

On the eve of the second year of depression and bigamy, a plague had broken a peaceful life for all.

People are afraid of themselves for a while.

There are also many infected people in the palace, with the exception of the inner maids and the princesses.

And bust.

15

I was not allowed to enter the palace, but was only allowed to visit at the gate, at the request of the Prince.

I crawled through the window of the depressed bedroom at night.

The suffocation of the bed was so bad that they had not shown him a mirror for a long time.

He was so angry when he saw me, he didn’t even get up and beat me in the head.

“Do you have enough time to live? I’m sorry.

I held him in my arms.

I said, “You son of a bitch, you better get better, I’m waiting for you to become king, and you promised me you’d do it.” I’m sorry.

“I’m not leaving, I’m not going anywhere, I’m going to watch you until you get better, I’m going to make you a queen, I’m going to make you a princess, we’re all the same, we’re the Kyoto Three, we’re sneaking to the roof and drinking, okay? I’m sorry.

“as long as you’re okay, as long as you’re okay. I’m sorry.

“What a name, you don’t know. I’ve been sneaking up on this name a lot. He is weak in the tunnel.

I’m sulking.

“Aron, can you say you like me? He said, “I’ve loved you for so long, I’ve been saying I like it, can you just say it to me once, just once, just once, and I’ll get better.” I’m sorry.

“I like you, I like you,” I said, “I like you, I love you, I love you, I love you…”

He smiled and fell in love with me and whispered, “If there is a future…”

He died in my arms.

Those beautiful ambers will never open again.

16

The worst hit by the bust was the Wu Emperor.

After years of illness, he had been in bed for many days and had barely been able to support himself.

I fear death and death.

They said that when His Majesty called me, I was afraid to go.

And he lay there sick and disfigured, and became an image I did not know.

Only yesterday’s eyes were bright, “You’ve finally come to see me. I’m sorry.

He sat up, pointed at me by the bed with a short bench, and then pulled everyone out, “It’s been a long time since he talked to Little. I’m sorry.

I smiled with his dry hand, “What would His Majesty say to Little? I’m sorry.

“I’d like to ask you a question once again,” he looked into my eyes and said, “This time you have to answer it carefully.” I’m sorry.

“You see, after 9th, who am I supposed to be? I’m sorry.

“Your Majesty…”

He wouldn’t let me kneel with his hand, “Don’t worry, you take your time. I’m sorry.

He smiled, and the eyebrows showed a little bit of childishness, saying, “The ministers will fight for the princes on a daily basis, and if they know that the princes are a little girl, they must have a bad nose, and they should blame me for being selfish. I’m sorry.

“Don’t care about them, I’ll take it for granted. I’m sorry.

“If you think about it, help me with the royal decree under my pillow.” I’m sorry.

I have laid the decree in front of him and passed it into his hand. “Your Majesty, I think I’ll choose the Seven Princes Shaw. I’m sorry.

“I will hear the reasons. I’m sorry.

“The Seven Princes are not strong, but they are loyal and pure, and they cannot be emperors of the land, and they can be a smooth and stable man. I’m sorry.

“Good. “You know what I mean by this? I’m sorry.

“I know. I’m sorry.

I take another blank message, kneel before him, raise it above his head, and say, “Your Majesty, be bold, and give the marriage to His Majesty and the Seven Princes, who shall be supported by His Majesty, who shall keep the Great 100-year-old estate, be proud and lose everything. I’m sorry.

Good boy, Wu Dynasty cried, “You’re a good boy, you’re a pain in the ass. I’m sorry.

I shook my head and said, “No, I have nowhere to go. Your Majesty, I have nothing left. I am broke. I’m sorry.

“I’ll give you my cellar.” I’m sorry.

“Thank you, Lord Long. I’m sorry.

He waved at me with his heart down, “Come on, go and let me rest.” I’m sorry.

“I’m going to see Yuen Yuen, do you see me? I’m sorry.

I covered my face with tears, and I laughed, “Your Majesty is handsome, and from the frost you must have lost sight of the beauty of your world, and I wonder who my little brother is. I am not going to marry him.” I’m sorry.

“Well, that’s good,” he smiled, and said, “I’m afraid I’m old and old, and she’ll hate me, not me, you know?

I covered him up and turned around.

He looked at her like a flower and went out to see her.

Young prince, simple girl.

Her name was Frost, and his nickname was Frozen, and she wrote her many sour poems every day until she could not bear it and promised to marry him and teach him how to write.

Look at each other, look at each other, unless you see each other.

Who do you think you are?

It’s wrong to be born in this cage and to trap everyone’s whole life.

17

The Wu Emperor is dead, the Seven Princes will succeed, and the State name is Man.

He talked to me all night before he took over.

Among us is the will of the martial arts to marry.

He said, “I may never like you in my life. I’m sorry.

I said it’s okay, “I just have to be queen. I’m sorry.

He said, “I may never touch you.” I’m sorry.

I said it’s okay, “I just have to be queen. I’m sorry.

“I may have a lot of concubines in the future. I’m sorry.

“It’s okay, I just have to be queen. I’m sorry.

“Then why are you…”

We said: “I earn enough, and I lose my time. I’m sorry.

He got up and left.

Before he left, he turned his back on me, saying, “Well, I promise you the rest of my life, and I will give you the power of the Six House, and I will grant you the authority of your mother, and you will be in politics, or whatever you want.” I’m sorry.

“Sou, I know how you like Chitti, and I know how I got this throne. You’re a poor man. I can’t treat you like anything else. I’m sorry.

I said, “Thank you, Your Majesty. I’m sorry.

I was 22 years old at the beginning of April of the year. I was in the back seat. I had a phoenix.

Dreams at midnight, I’ve seen many people.

For two years, We came to the House with a sacred decree under Our seal, and asked him to go out to the mountains to help us.

Two or three years without seeing each other, it seems that there is much to say and nothing to say.

He solemnly received the commandments of Our hands and bowed before them: “We will be grateful.” I’m sorry.

When I turned away, he stopped me.

Or old-fashioned, he called Yong.

“How have you been? I’m sorry.

I laughed, “It’s good. I’m sorry.

“I’m not skinny anymore. I’m sorry.

“I can see that. I said:

The thing that happened after I left was that Myung-fu asked for me, and I heard that after I left I couldn’t cry.

The family asked him what happened and said he owed me so much money.

18

For five winter months, I went out of Kyoto to paint my mother’s tablet and met a young girl with her loved ones’ ashes on the side of the road crying helplessly.

It just looks like a teenager.

Like the year I was.

It was only then that I was helped by a beautiful young man who gave me one of his handkerchiefs and took his coat off.

I took the little girl, named her Myo-Pu, and asked her if she was interested in being rich.

Wendy was born six years ago.

Surely it was not me, but it was one of his concubines, and he may go to the palace in order not to make me lonely.

I’m not usually involved.

She’s not well. She asked me if I could take over.

Next winter, Su-hyun was very sick and wanted to see me before he died.

I set foot in the palace and went in to see her, and her first sentence said, “Soo-ho, I hate you.” I’m sorry.

“But I envy you,” she said, “I envy that you can laugh and eat without fear, and that I will be beaten by my mother with my teeth.” I’m sorry.

“I envy you running into Daddy’s arms and holding him around his neck. I’m sorry.

“He never hugged me. I’m sorry.

“I envy you to be like the servants, with your arms on your legs, and to go down in the summers to get the leeches and pick the leaves and not to look at it like I do. I’m sorry.

“Why are you so happy? I’m sorry.

“When I looked at you far away, I thought you would ask me to come down and take me with you, and I could truly call you a sister and never again bully you.” I’m sorry.

There was only her cry in the house, and I had nothing to say but that she had caused the tragedy herself, and I could not help it.

There was only one thing I did not understand, and I asked, “Why do you hate me so much when it’s a matter for adults to hate me? I’m sorry.

She was like, “I don’t know, I’ve been infected with my mother’s eyes since I was a child, and I thought my father and my father would never come back because your mother and your daughter were in the house, and I hated you more. I’m sorry.

“I don’t know how to get it, how to express it, how to smell it, how to like it. I’m sorry.

She looked at me, and she said, “Sister, I know it’s wrong, I’ve never been in my room since I got married. Can you hear this? Can you please forgive me? I’m sorry.

I stood up and said, “No. I’m sorry.

I said, “My sister, don’t ever see me again. I’m sorry.

I went out with her crying.

It’s very windy and cold.

I cried when I laughed.

When I came here, I thought I was invincible, and I’m going to roll over my hand, and I’m going to cry out in the street, you old lady!

When I was a teenager, I was living under the hand of Soo-hyun, and I thought it was the hardest day of my life, and it wasn’t.

I do not know that much longer suffering awaits me, but I am as ordinary as those here, drowning in ordinaryness, passively receiving gifts of fate and destruction, and I am as powerless as I am in the face of disease, natural disasters, man’s mind.

My only strength is that life is longer than theirs, that those who hate me, that I hate, that I love, that I love, that I send them away one by one.

The happy, painful past left me alone to remember.

And that’s the end of my life.

18

I wonder if the Xiao family’s men have had their lives short, and Shaw has lost his youth.

Xiao Qiao and I have been husband and wife for the rest of my life, and have drawn his hand before falling, saying, “Your mother’s life is too hard for you to be good to her.” I’m sorry.

I don’t understand. I’m a rich old lady who wants wind and rain, who’s happy all day, who’s miserable everywhere.

The child’s mother died early, was raised by me as a child, and he was filial to me. He came to my palace every morning to fight with me to fight the mahjong lord, and went out to do his emperor.

For every day of my life, I was given a luxury birthday party until I was 64.

19

Queen’s House.

I’m going to sit with each other for a long time.

After that, I saw him walk away from the table, and I made an excuse to leave.

Just now he looked at me and I felt like this little guy was trying to do something.

I left everyone alone in the Cold Palace.

He was waiting for me in the cellar.

Help me! “I came all the way to open my hair and finally got my hair wrapped up in a bird’s nest.

“How many years have you been like this? I’m sorry.

And I laughed, “If it were here, it would have been a shame to have them meet, and when the Queen of the Queen of the Queens would have his hair torn to the Emperor. I’m sorry.

I’m a 60-plus grandmother now, and I’m afraid they’ll say shit.

We’re both panting at each other, and it really doesn’t work.

I asked, “What do you want me to do? I’m sorry.

He nodded his head, “Yon, I’m going to take a look. I’m sorry.

“Oh. “It’s time to retire.

He has not been married for life since Su Ying left and is now a guest and an orphan he has adopted.

I said, “Where are you going after that?” I’m sorry.

He smiled and said, “Do not the masters of Kyoto do nothing like that when they return to their homes and grow flowers and carry birds?” I’m sorry.

I nod my head. “It suits you. I’m sorry.

Then we had nothing to say to each other, and we were going to say goodbye to each other.

I have nothing to say in order to cover up my loss: “I didn’t think it was just the two of us who ended up here, and it was like yesterday that we and Shaw were stealing wine and drinking. I’m sorry.

He knew what His Majesty I was talking about, noding his head, and leaning like I was lazy to the altar, with my eyes open.

After that, he said, “Aron, I’ve been hiding something for the rest of my life, and I won’t have a chance to say it again.” I’m sorry.

“Remember the second time we met when we were young? After the snow, all the horses, you’re dressed in red, you’re blinded, you’re sad, you want to give you the best things in the world. I’m sorry.

“You asked me for the remaining 70 taels of silver, and I had enough money on that day, and for some reason I didn’t want to pay it, so I could pay you my whole life. I’m sorry.

Speaking of which, he was crying and laughing, “Who thought that when you left, he offered to worship me and said that I was rich.” I’ve never seen you so honest. I’m sorry.

I didn’t know he had that kind of mind. I was the one who seemed stupid.

I remember the jade and red clothes that I put under the box.

I’ve got a red face, “What’s the point of saying this?” I’m sorry.

“Yeah, it’s over. I’m sorry.

“Aron, I will not regret meeting you in my life. I’m sorry.

“Me too, and Shaw. “I do.”

Tired people are getting old, old and old, and they don’t pass through the lake. Look at Hana Nan, he’s drunk.

I thought my life was short, actually long.

(author: reading stories every day – Capricorn Fish)

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Naran Yunsai, “The Great Gate in the Red Wall Palace” – Over.

I heard that the palace was the most luxurious place under the sky, but on the day I entered the palace, the blizzard clouded the Golden Wall and swallowed the red smoke.

I dragged my cotton shoes wet by snow and walked hard in the snow without my ankles, freezing and shaking.

Mother saw me walk hard, hugged me, begged for grace, went to the Cold Palace.

But those who turn away from it are those whom our mother invites.

My mother is not the one who has an ulterior motive with the Emperor, despite this extraordinaryness. She’s the nurse of the Four Princes.

The Four Princes are the children of others, who are three-year-olds, who have been taught to be spiritual, who are good and who listens to me, and who do not want to be angry.

The Four Kings are not beautiful in my mother’s mouth, they are myths, and God once told me to hang a picture of the Four Kings on my mother’s chicken plow and bless me with less beating.

Such a precious son, the Crown Prince, whose mother was a queen, was unfortunately abandoned and thrown into a cold palace for two years with a six-year-old.

Three months ago, he died, leaving behind only one eight-year-old child. The men in the palace seem to have forgotten the existence of the royal son, tossing the dead body with grass, and tossing it out of the luxurious palace and locking it in the cold and depressed cold.

My mother and my father had a quarrel about the Queen’s favor for her and the sweet doll who was in her arms to drink milk.

My father slapped her in the face. When she saw my father’s affection and partiality, she kissed my brother in tears and came to the palace with me whom he didn’t like.

But I didn’t think it would be better to eat a rat’s leg with my mother in the Cold Palace than with my father!

My mother obviously didn’t expect this.

So when we got to the Cold Palace, we were staring at each other.

The four princes that I imagined were a cloud floating around their heads, a wheel on their feet, a halo around their faces, and looked at me and said, “Are you still worried about getting punched? Believe in him and live forever.”

But the reality is that a skinny kid is stuck in a rag and a dirty, dirty hair with the look of fear. I saw him holding a bowl in his hand, a dead rat, half-bited, blood and bones.

My mother’s heart is sore, she hugged him in his “Four” cry.

The man seemed to have been called back to his soul, for a while, with his eyes moving and hugging my mother like a baby.

I’m not sure, I’m close to two people, and I think of the way my mother used to talk to me, stretching out her hand to the head of the Four Princes and saying something.

“Hoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo.”

Son of a bitch, I can’t remember my mother. My mother said she saw the Four Kings when they changed.

But my mother left it behind.

My mother found a large burn mark on his shoulder when she showered him and said there was a birthmark under it. How he lived on his own in the Cold Palace.

Mother’s silver in front of the palace, and there’s a stove in the cold palace, rice noodles, vegetables and cotton.

I think it’s strange that I’ve been living in a cold palace for two years.

When I asked Brother Four, he said that the Queen was wearing antique jewels.

I’m sorry, the posterior chain is so full of shit.

Fourth Brother didn’t like it when we called him His Royal Highness, so I called him Fourth Brother.

Four brothers clean and fatter and cleaner than our little girl in the alley.

The days in the cold palace passed quickly, and I took him up to the trees to pick fruit, and I gave him a tooth offering, while my mother was scolding us while bending over to water the vegetables. Noodles on the stove, peanuts on the stove. It’s cold at night, and I’m on my side with my brother and my mother, and she tells the story of the mountain monster.

4th brother treated me well, raised a chicken in the cold palace, laid an egg, and the mother cooked it up and put it in his bed so he could warm himself up and eat it. But 4th brother always sneaks into my hands.

We had a good time, but we were happy. But Brother Four is always concerned and he often looks at the wall of the Cold Palace. There is a tall tree of twigs, and in the autumn it is covered with purple and rich fruit hanging on the wall.

This tree is too tall for us to climb. Fourth Brother must be moaning these fruit.

I’m taller than my own, waiting for me to grow up to the top of the door and the window.

But before I grew that tall, the Cold Palace door opened.

We were taken out, and the fourth brother was called His Highness by his front and back, and my mother was bowing to him in my head, and she told me that he could never be called “fourth” again.

But when I saw my bowing, I saw my face with my back.

Mother’s wrong. Four or four.

His father didn’t find out. He had four sons under his knees, a great king’s feathers, a huge party, and a hidden ploy. The second and third princes are the only ones. The Emperor didn’t want to be the Emperor, and he didn’t want to fight his son in the name of love.

Of course I can’t see it. It’s the 4th brother who talks to me in the red.

He grabbed my hand red and bit my teeth and said,

“Well, you said, “How could there be such a father, how could there be such a father, home?”

The fourth brother is more tired of living outside the cold palace, he learns martial arts every day, sees all kinds of people, and I am not allowed in the study room.

Me and Mom are busy. We’re busy with big things.

Fourth brother’s getting married.

The fourth brother is 18 years old, and the next son is 16 years old. It was the Queen who gave the marriage away.

They said, “The Princess is a lady of the house, unloved, who is worthy of the Prince of the Cold Palace.”

I poured them tea and went back to the red silk, the lantern.

My mother said she asked the first Queen’s daughter to help her, but the old sister died in a bandit. My mother and I became more busy when we were sad.

On the day of the marriage, the 4th brother was dressed in red, with his face as crowned jade, Zelan jae, and looked at everyone.

I’m tired of drinking and grumbling and snuck into the bride’s room.

Miss Gu, no, the Princess’s handmaiden fell asleep at the door, and I opened the door with my hands and feet, and the candles were red and the brass mirrors were covered in tan.

The bride sits on the bed and I’m afraid to lift my head. It’s 4th brother’s business.

And I crouched down and looked at her from the suture with my head, but I saw her with a peanut sugar on her red lips.

She saw me, too, “Aah,” and it scared the two of us.

She fell down on the ground, fell off her head, and showed a white face, long eyebrows, twirling eyes, noses like Joan, lips with teeth, and a fine neck wrapped in red dress collars.

I couldn’t help but say, “You look great!”

“You’re, like, a little girl?” She’s embarrassed to get red and ask me.

“Well!”

We’ve been staring at each other for a long time. Her belly was ringing, and we both laughed.

I pulled out a bag of sugar for her.

“It’s my own sugar, cinnamon sugar, cow sugar… and I only gave it to my mother and 4th brother.

She smiled like the sun was pouring into the lake and the light was spilling out.

“Thank you very much for that.”

We ate sugar, and we heard the little girl out there screaming, “Your Highness,” and we got up and beat each other with dust.

The fourth brother pushed the door in, and he saw me laughing, and he said, “Where the hell is wild?”

I threw up my tongue at him, jumped out of the room, and went into my head.

“Four, the bride is beautiful, and you will not be delayed.”

Miss Gu’s face is red, he’s got a plaque in his hand, and the 4th brother laughs and says, “Roll,” but he shows a half-red ear.

I heard Miss Gu’s maiden name is Rei-yeon, and if she agrees, I’d like to call her hope.

The next day they woke up early, and they were supposed to greet the Queen, but the fourth brother was hoping for a gift to his mother.

Mother’s scared, she says she can’t get out of the way, but she has a red eye.

I love to look forward to it, she laughs so much, she eats my sugar, and I can’t wait to flip my purse. She and my mother were too close to my mother’s hand to sue me for stealing her blanket.

The two of us, in my mother’s words, always messing around. In summer, sweet peaches, we’re afraid of itching to climb a tree, so we can get a pole and spoil the peach forest for years to come, and when the fatty of autumn, we’ll go in and pick it up, and we’ll get our mother to go back and pour ginger soup.

Your mother called the Princess of Hope with all due respect, and then cried out, “Two little bastards.”

Mother’s sad, but 4th brother is happy. When I look forward to it, he always smiles on his face, he doesn’t mess with us, but he just sits around and laughs at us, and he looks out for us.

He’s got a shit job on him.

I’m happy when I’m not angry. She used to say, “If only it had been this way.”

Unfortunately, that’s not always the case.

Fourth Brother wants a concubine.

I’m angry and I hope it doesn’t matter, and she says, “The fourth brother is a prince and always has to be a wife and a concubine.

But I know that even though she smiled, it didn’t make her happy.

The day he entered the house, he went to the new bride. I’m angry, I paint a piece of paper with my name on it.

Looking forward to coming to me, in a room with only two of us, you can’t sleep.

I got more angry and pulled her to draw more assholes.

And when she was hoping to get in my hole with me, she was like, “Aah,” and she was going to rip the bitch out before she came to the table naked, and I took it.

It’s too much!

The ceremonial hope of awakening is the stake.

I lifted up the bed, pulled up a sheet, showed a hole in the Quadrant and put the Quadrant in it.

Looking forward to being shocked by my high-end operation.

When I told her that I was in the cold palace, my mother and I were so worried that we were eating bad teeth, we were always searching for them, and I had to make it myself, hiding under the bedboard and sneaking up at night.

“Does he like sugar?” Why didn’t I notice?”

When I was a kid, I wanted to eat sugar, but I didn’t like it. I’m the only one who’s been scolded, hurt his teeth, or likes it.

Four Gunners with the concubines, always worried about us fighting.

But he doesn’t know, but I like Abigail and I like him.

Abigail, a woman who’s dying of hope in the uterus. Her name is Joe Sung Bei, and she is the daughter of General Joe, Chief of the VA.

She was taught to walk on her horse, others were complimented and she was called Joe the Great Sword. She crawled out of the tree and hit the birds, especially when she was walking around a fish skirt behind the lake, and I was hoping I would not kneel down and call her sister.

Sister Joe, no, Abigail, she’s always carrying a bowl of pots with us and telling us how she’s going to get out before she gets out of here. I and I were hoping to hold the chopsticks in the air and watch her squirm out of her mouth and fall into the red meat, thinking this afternoon I’d ask her for help in the middle of the lake.

It’s been a long day, and the girls are fat and fat.

But Abigail and I found out that it was just us. Hope is pregnant.

4th brother was very happy and looked forward to many circles.

We’re also happy that the pregnant women’s meal is delicious.

Everyone’s looking forward to the little dolls, and I’m looking forward to the moon meal and the baby meal.

But Brother Four looks forward to it, like a little more.

He didn’t come back for dinner that night. There were many men in black armor who surrounded the palace.

I’m here to protect you.

Abigail knows more than we do, and she says her father went with Brother Four, and if he does, he is the Emperor.

We haven’t slept all night, not yet.

The next afternoon, 4th brother came back.

He was covered in blood in his silver armour and in the blood of a man with a family name.

He took hope into his arms and watched us say it with excitement.

“Yes!”

Fourth Brother is going to be Emperor, we have to move.

I’m staring at the golden steps of the palace with my eyes on the elbow, so I’d like to kneel down and lick it.

But I don’t like the palace. It’s too big.

Mother told me I can’t play anymore.

No need to bother her. We’re missing one of the dog-and-dog fairies.

Because Abigail’s dad died.

He died in the palace, initiated by his son-in-law, in the enemy’s assault and siege, in the cold blade of flesh, in the new Emperor’s extra honour, and in his daughter’s night mourning.

Abigail grew up all night, and it was, like, old.

Hope to be queen and Abigail to be princess. According to the court, there are too few harems.

I’m looking forward to saying that normal three wives and concubines are here.

But I didn’t have time to deal with them because I wanted the children to come.

A pink little princess.

We’re all happy because Brother Four didn’t pick the Sugar Man I picked up, and he took “Annour”, and he’s all right.

Sweet man! No taste.

And the second Miss Gu is here.

I’m looking forward to a girl who’s especially fond of stealing from her.

Gu Qiang has been declared a bride, after all, the power of the family is there.

Gu Jianjun has been flattered since he entered the palace. I’m looking forward to watching the kids sit on the moon, I don’t have time to be jealous, I’ve spent every day making fun of dolls and Abe, and I don’t have time to be unhappy.

We’re not fucking girls anymore.

I’m not a young man who has nothing to do with us.

He killed his father and, in order to block the ludicrous mouth of the civilian population, had held an early conference, and a group of non-partisan forces were infiltrating the court.

A party is taking place in the Great House to celebrate the sons of the late, the young emperor and the talented subjects.

I was a chicken dog who made a woman do it, prepared for the meal of the feast, and had time to rest, sat on the porch and breathed, and saw a red man leaning over his forehead and leaning on a post.

I’m a professional moral burner.

“Is it New Surgeon?”

Turning back, he had a great red-grand gold robe that looked like a crown, a beautiful eyebrow, a white one, and a red eyebrow that appeared to be squeezed.

Our intellectual and cultural elites of the Emperor laugh like a little polio at this moment.

“Are you drunk? I have mints. Wake up.

I saw him drunk with a golden star, scratching my hand in the air several times, pitying him and pouring it into his mouth.

He had a red face, almost the same color as the robe.

“Did you wake up? Go back when you’re awake.”

“Slow down.”

I turned around and wanted to leave, and I was afraid he’d fallen drunk and lost face. I had to sit back and watch him.

I looked at his face, and I said, “Are you a flower scout?”

He seemed to slow down, “How can a girl think I’m a squirt?”

“Doesn’t Spectros look best?”

And he said, “The girl is really…”

He stood up with the railing, and he said, “Someone left the table long enough to talk about girls.”

He’s got a whole sleeve and he’s got a bow.

“Girl, in Shen Yun-chun, the new genre. Drunk, and here I thank the girl one, one sugar.”

I learned his manners, and I said, “In the bottom, one woman, little sugar, not enough to talk.”

It’s like he’s met someone. He’s got drunk eyes.

“You’re a cow, you’re a milk, you’re the daughter of His Majesty’s nurse!”

I’m a child with Brother Four, and I’m not too many inside and outside.

He’s made another gift. I’ve never seen so many.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

I am a man who, at such a time, has the shame of leaving in a hurry to throw away a handkerchief, perhaps by the false name of a talented woman.

But I was staring at him, and I was looking at the best horns of the bouquet.

“You’re Zhang Yuro? Which one of you and Spectros look better?”

He smiled, and the night was burning, and the light fell.

“Girl, Master Zhang is over the year.”

It was a long time since he left the table, so he went back in his car.

I saw him go so far I thought it was strange how he knew the road so well when he first came to the palace. The palace has a lot of backs and backs, and Mr. Four of the non-route has been lost.

It’s been a long time since I’ve had time to play with my younger brother, and soon Gu’s ceremonial skills were shown.

4th brother’s cheap mother — The Queen has left the power of governance of the palace to the Emperor for the sake of hope and weakness.

Gu Zhu has begun to “manage” the harem, hoping that the name of the Fourth Brother and the Queen will be protected. But Abigail’s not that good.

Abigail is still sick, and he’s about to be dragged to hear her eccentricity.

The passers-by said, “No matter what.”

I looked at him and I looked at him and I said, “Let’s go!”

Fourth brother and I are like brothers and sisters. There’s not a lot of people in the palace who dare to mess with me.

I thought I’d try it once with this horrible thing, and I’ll be back.

When she arrived, Gu Zhong threw a slap at me and said, “It’s the concubine, and a slave dares to call himself my master.” Your Majesty, you’ve become a man of custom.”

I’ll give her a slap in the back.

The impulse is the devil, the ancients won’t lie to me.

I started to play the board, and I looked forward to it.

The mother of a country bows down and begs to look after the King.

Gu Jianjun is playing with his armor, “Look what I want, from childhood to age, what can you fight? How long do you think you’re going to be a queen?”

It’s another board, it’s so high, it’s so fast, it’s about to kill me.

There’s no imagined pain, and I’m looking forward to it.

“Stop it!”

It’s Brother Four. Fourth Brother is coming for us.

When I woke up, I learned that I had only been grounded for six months, that my ass was getting worse, and I had to scold and my mother knocked me back in the head.

“You’re the one who made the trouble and you’re tired of the Queen’s wife, remember your identity and make me a man with a tail.”

My identity? I can’t help but think of two words of slavery.

When I was hurt, I rarely went to my brother’s house, and I stayed in the palace of hope, and I had a tongue-based green parrot to look for hope, to see which one of the parrots was able to speak quickly, and the angry bitch chased me with a broom.

Abi’s half sick, but people don’t laugh, they stay in the palace of hope all day, and with me, she’ll shut the window, and she’ll make us roll.

Time is running fast, two-year-olds are old, and I hope that the palace is full of time and parrots. At the age of 4th brother, “Father’s blessing” said “sweet” and “Father’s blessing” to the parrot, and the chivalrous fourth brother threw the parrot into the royal dining room.

The dove soup was impossible, and young people waved their fat little hands to protect her “good friend.”

And I saw the chirping parrot, and Abigail was always bored, and I mentioned only to send her.

This is the story of a good and pompous parrot who rekindles in the voice of a female bird, pulls his wings and goes to the top of the branch.

I couldn’t, I had to bring up the dress to climb the tree so that the dead bird could eat stupid, fat, not fly too high, and I’d catch it in three or two.

There is a poem that parrots are afraid to speak. I can’t say anything more than I’m saying that the Queen’s Room isn’t a good job with its elbows. Anyone who thinks, goes far, tells me to see something else.

My 50-year-old mother is talking to that white-haired man.

It’s going to rain, Mom’s going to marry, and I’m going to add dad?

I’m a good mother. I’m a good boy.

Of course, it was my thoughts, and I put it in my mother’s arms, hoping that she wouldn’t be dazzling, that she would set up the will and leave the money to me who shared the pain, loneliness and want.

My mother chased me three blocks after the broom, but she didn’t explain.

My mother died in the second spring, but I’m going to add a new one. Gu Xin-gun has been crowned with six palaces, but his stomach is not moving, but he is looking forward and happy again.

We watched her with care and fear of anything.

But nobody thought it would happen.

When a small body cooled in bed, hope passed out. The fourth brother looked at his age and saw his purple wounds tearing.

The King’s doctor said the snake bit him.

This poison will be found in the palace, and it happens to be crawling into the princess’s room, even though I can see it, but the fourth brother only disposes of a few poorly guarded palace servants.

They are buried together, with all their expectations and enthusiasm for motherhood.

I wanted to make her happy, but I couldn’t help myself.

Gu Xinjun found out why she had no children, and she had a lot of musk in her fumes, so that she would have no children for the rest of her life.

She was so angry, she tracked me down.

She pulled a bag of musk out of my bed hole like Sun Wukong pulled a stick from her ear hole and pulled a dagger at the end.

How can a man who buys a roasted chicken like musk?

But she didn’t listen to me. Eighteen tortures put on me. She didn’t want the truth.

My throat is sore and my tears are so blurry that I remember the year and the day I was beaten, as the angels saved us from the fire.

But this time, there’s no one to save me.

I was wrong, my mother saved me.

She took all the blame for me. She is old and her thin bones are broken under torture.

Before she died, she took a look at her brother and looked down on her eyes with disappointment and sadness.

She breathed all the strength of a late old man, and she grabbed my wrist like a shovel, and she yelled, “Go! Get out of the palace!”

The fourth brother fell on his knees in a wet cell, bowing to his head, groaning and walking in a manner my mother could not afford.

It’s snowing outside. Buried stone steps, like when I was seven and my mother first entered the palace.

I don’t remember, but maybe it’s colder this year.

My mother died, and Gu Jianjun’s going to throw her into a mass grave, insects, dead.

I know what she wants. I can only make her wish.

I said, bury it in the Cold Palace. I’ll keep her for life.

Guo-jun promised that she would stare at her husband like a dog staring at the flesh and the stolen husband.

I went back to the Cold Palace. I’ve grown to the height of a door or window, but I don’t need to pick any more.

I hope Abigail can’t help himself, but I’ve got rice and pot.

I’d like to have my umbrella again, I’m weak, my mother’s grave is too shallow, and I’m afraid the rain will wash her out.

7.31 Updates

When I’m easy enough to feed myself, I’m new.

I doubt that you want me to die inside.

It’s a new name for a white smoke. It’s been transferred by the King. It used to be like a noble man or something, and it didn’t matter if you couldn’t remember.

I told her to beat her teeth with a chicken in exchange for a chicken, but the ceremonials at the door told us that the ceremonials were made by the Sang-mong Department and that they were going to jail.

It’s class-based discrimination.

The last of the smoke is worthless, and I think the more she gets, the more he gets, the more he gets, the less he gets, the less he gets, the less he gets. I’ll tell you my mother’s bag isn’t round enough.

If it wasn’t for me, I’d have killed him.

Although the child is annoying, he has a very high level of mental quality and has been crying and crying and scolding her.

There’s not a lot of people in the snow, I didn’t think he’d come.

Shen Yuncheng was crouched outside a dog hole in the corner of the cold palace.

“This is salt, cold clothes, soap horns, vegetable seeds, rice and noodles, I’ll send them later, don’t worry. By the way, eat this chicken quickly, it’s easy to be bad.”

I put it in, “Don’t worry, it won’t get bad.”

He handed over another fan.

“What for?”

He didn’t answer me. He looked at me in the hole.

“Ms. Shen, you’ve set up a house in Kyoto, you’ve planted a new peach tree, you’ve made a fragrance in spring, and you’ve grown a big twig, if you have a chance.”

White smoke tore the chicken’s hands, and the rat looked at me, looked at him.

My heart stomps, he turns his head, he kneels on the ground, and his eyes are broken.

“What’s going on with you and my mother?”

He was silent for a long time and asked no questions.

“I’ll go with you next year to honor her old man.”

And We opened up a fan, and the white of the loose mountains covered with floating words.

“I’m happy to meet you.”

There’s a beautiful person, Qing-fing. I’m happy to meet you.

“There’s something wrong with you.” White smoke says.

Actually, the worst thing about her is herself.

One night, I couldn’t sleep with my fanny under my pillow, and the night turned around, and I heard the smoke sobbing my dreams and screaming, “Samro.”

Your Majesty is fourth in line, and this is the most interesting place.

I woke her up right away.

“Who is Sanchiro?”

The platinum smoke woke up in a jiffy, and when he woke up, he was so straight.

“I’m in the Cold Palace. Who do you care?”

I’m thinking about it. They’re in the cold room.

Go back to sleep.

And then the next day, the smoke got out of hand.

We’re out of the cold room.

A year and three months after my mother’s death, he fell.

His Majesty has found dozens of criminal charges against his wife and his family in connection with the death of her husband. And whosoever is in the harem is not of the people of the tribe, and is humiliated in the day by His Majesty, and when he attains power, of course he stompeth upon the bride and his family.

The dog jumped out of the wall, whispered, and the family bit the royal family and confused the bloodline. Nonsense. No one believed that they could only add to the crime of home care.

I’ve lost my family, I’m cold.

It is as though the heart of a man is full of joy, and every one is in a different place, and he wants to be cooked by a dead dog, and the birds hide their bows.

When I came out, I looked forward to the birth of His Majesty’s first son, to be known as “Assy”, my sugar man!

The body of hope has fallen. And when I entered the House, I looked for grief, and Zhu Zhu Ziun did not do much to her, and it was near the end of the crossfire. Abigail’s position is demeaning, just a beauty.

I went to see him in the ground with Abi.

She was like a rose that was trampled into the mud, and the fragrance of the fragrance was no longer, but a stubborn strangulation, and she resisted.

She didn’t answer why we were so vicious, and she smiled for it.

“You think I took your husband? Your husband seduced me for my family’s rights. He said he was happy with me, and he wanted to be with me…”

It’s like there’s something in her throat. She takes a deep breath and goes on:

“A man and a woman.”

I look forward to seeing my hands shaking.

“But, he’s a liar. I’m a fool. And here he is, a young man, who suffers with each other, and a wife of whom he has given birth. What comes next is my imagination.”

She wiped tears.

“As for your daughter, look to a princess, why should I do this? The truth! Will you listen?”

Looking forward to turning around and taking the door, as if some flood beast were chasing her and eating her.

“I look for hope.” I turn around and leave. In the dark passages, the cries of Abigail tore his heart apart.

Gu Zheng died in a spring rain that could not be used to a cell, and in a lie for life.

It’s a dream, but it’s a lie.

No one felt sorry for her death, but everyone was not happy.

He has placed a very long and beautiful sign on the princess, and has sealed the seal for my mother, and he has raised Abigail’s treasure to the princess.

He compensated us with all his might, but I felt only that it was like embroidered on a wound, as if it were full of flowers and blood.

Looking forward to thinning in the sight of the naked, as if it were a flower from the earth.

I often went to see her, and she was always weak and unable to come, but to say that she was just not sleeping well.

When I passed by the parrot, I always heard it, “Father, Father, Blessed.” I was so angry that the bird couldn’t talk about it, I threw it into the royal room, suddenly thinking about protecting the little fat friend, and crying and putting it back.

Four brothers came with her, sometimes met, and he said to me with fear: “I feel that I will not be able to keep her.”

I listened to the rain outside the window, the autumn was thick, the lights were burning.

It’s been snowing again, since Mom left, and I’ve always been afraid of snowing, and I feel bad, and I’m in a hurry to put on a gust of hope.

His Majesty kneels on his knees, waiting for his bed, sobbing with her thin hands, and killing a doctor who has fallen on his knees for bad cure.

I walked through a piece of piece of porcelain broken by Brother Four, lying by her bed, looking at this 23-year-old girl like I saw her new bride that night.

I can’t remember. She’s wearing a wedding dress with sugar.

We haven’t had sugar in a long time.

Looks like I’m here and I’m not looking at her husband.

“It’s you!”

“It’s me!” I smiled.

“You made me lose my red head.”

At the dawn of her life, she did not think of her daughter, her son, her husband, her enemy, but she cared about her red cover.

“I’m sorry!” I smiled, and tears wet my eyes.

She flipped her head like she said to me, “It’s okay.”

Her hands were drawn down, but suddenly she held my hand against me.

I looked up at her.

She looked up in fear, and she couldn’t see, but looked like, for the first time, she cried out in the dark.

“Go! Get out of the palace!”

Her hand was cold, in the grief of the Emperor and in the sobbing of the palace, I reached out to her eyes, which were raised at the last moment.

A corner of the palace, the most beautiful and desolate place in the world.

And We drove away the pavilion who was kneeling in the china, and came to a princess who was weeping or true or false.

I closed the door, and the Emperor sat there on his knees, and the stiff shadow was drawn long and lonely in the light through the door.

I went over, and I said, “Your Majesty, do you remember what you and I said when we first got out of the cold room?”

“You said, “How could there be such a father, such a home?”

I continue in cold blood.

“Now you’re a father and a family.”

I got up, walked through the china, walked through the weeping crowd, left the new bride-in-law who stole sugar under the red covers.

When she left, her bed was sealed and everyone kept quiet about her in the dark of her brother, hoping that it would become a taboo.

Abigail’s got a baby. Brother Four didn’t seal his prince.

We do not know whether he is deliberately forgetting the signs of hope, or whether he is afraid that he will not be able to protect this lost child.

Growing up, he was like a fourth brother, and it was hard to see the shadow of hope.

We are disappointed and we look forward to nothing. Perhaps many years later, only we can say the name of the Queen of Queens.

Less than two years later, His Majesty married his successor, Shen, and his name was Jing Yiu. Beautiful woman. I’m a face-to-face man, but I’m having a hard time feeling about people.

Queen Shen is a competent Queen, a fair and gentle, a good man, a good man, and a good man, who has managed the harem.

She’s better suited to be queen than to hope, even if we don’t want to admit it.

Abigail was stuck in the palace all day, and the bond in the dungeon seemed to have been carved on her face.

I’m not having fun and it’s cheap, and I’m messing with her in the smoke room all day, messing her up with a big, packed fruit plate, and she jumps.

And I met Shen Yunhun again, and Jianchiro was a great official, and his fan was hidden under my pillow, and it was quite grotesque, but it was so long and used to it.

He said three books and six gifts and hired me as a woman.

I’ve had my life with Brother Four, and my lords have never known my heart, whether to marry as a sister or to enter the palace. After all these years, no one dares say marry me.

I remember my mother and her dying cry.

Get out of the palace!

This is my only chance to leave now.

I asked his kid if he could call him Sugar Man later, and he’d be okay with smiling and saying that.

I’ll talk to Brother Four.

He doesn’t agree, he’s angry, he’s crazy.

He wants me. It hurts.

After that he held me and begged me.

“Don’t go. You’re all I have.”

He did not know that he had not been with me long ago, when he had put the spices in a hole with Me alone, hoping and knowing.

White smoke came to see me and cried like my mother was married.

The only person who knew about me and Shen Yun-chun, after he had scolded him, said:

“Why would God fool you to meet him, thinking it was a great mercy, and the result was a great cruelty.”

I won’t ask her about her anymore.

He has to go through his staff and know the pain.

Queen Shen came to see me. There was no hostility in her eyes. She tried to convince me of a good man.

I know that she doesn’t love him, and the first thing she does for a queen is not to love her husband.

When Brother Four comes back, hold me from behind and write in my hand.

“I’ve made you an euphoria, an euphemism for your family. I’m afraid people will laugh at you.”

He kissed my mouth.

It’s so funny to have broken vases in your hands, and it’s so warm and everyone gets hurt in the end.

I’ll never eat sugar again.

And when I had to meet the Queen as a princess, I saw Abigail sitting in a host of palaces which I could not recognize, as thin, as delicate and as light as the shadow of sorrow.

Such a strange woman is not different from mankind.

What about me? When I was sitting in front of a brass mirror, looking at the woman inside, she had a hairy makeup, and she was so sad, I wasn’t the same anymore.

But maybe, at first, everyone was different.

Abigail told me she wasn’t well enough to take care of her.

It’s complicated and sensitive, but I don’t care, I don’t care much anymore.

She’s a good boy, she’s a child, she’s a child, and she’s quiet, and I always think she’s a child, and I can’t see it.

The fourth brother did not care for him, nor did the men of the palace leave him, but he consoled me and said that he would take me for a good life.

What’s a good day for the prince? I tried to persuade him, but I felt that there was no dispute between him and him. So let him have difficulty in the right and the left.

When I was a concubine, I used to sit down in the harem, and I was only able to make her feel better when she had to sit in the harem and mess up the fruit plate that she had so much to offer.

But this last little fun is gone.

I went to see her in the spring and she was convulsed, I pulled her out, and I found her in a red face.

While she kept her face secret and couldn’t hold her breath, she told me that her third brother had found a way to get her out of the palace.

I think this guy’s stupid. She’s a princess. She doesn’t run off with the emperor.

But she said, “There is nothing wrong with me, and I’m so excited that I pick up my clothes, and I cry with my arms, and I am the only one in the palace who can’t leave, and where else can I find pleasure?”

But the day they agreed, Sanctuary of the white smoke didn’t show up, only the blood on the floor of the fourth brother.

He kneeled on his knees and drew his own sword and wiped his neck while he was not ready.

She did something more romantic than being old and living and dying.

I cried so hard, she smiled, waved me over, whispered, “Don’t you always want to know who I like? I’m telling you, he’s a soldier in the army, Lee Yunqing, and he’s in the house.”

She cried out of the blue, and said, “Seong loves Li Sanchiro, remember for me.”

Looking at the overlapping gates, it suddenly occurred to me that I didn’t know how much she was doing.

I held her cold hand, and she had a note that she snuck to me.

The above-mentioned words are not clear, except that after the death of her sister-in-charge, she followed her sister-in-charge to her home town, where she was accompanied by her 8-year-old nephew, who was the same age as her brother.

It is to be hoped that the three mahjong mahjongs will be left alone if they are able to escape their fate in the land.

Abigail’s like, “Go to hell.”

She tried to kill her husband, and he hid her wounded shoulder and kept it secret.

I don’t care if he’s for love or face.

When I saw her, he had a knife in her chest and the blood was dry.

According to the court, Abigail died with a curse to give birth to her as a cat and a rat, to give birth to her flesh and to drink her blood.

I suddenly remembered that when she was in the royal palace, she stepped on the stool and carried a big bowl of rice.

“I’ll just stand there on Chang-Ann Street and call him a scoundrel! I have to take the five fragrances, the thanks, the mouths, and I refuse to come.”

I took the parrot back, and at night the wind came into the window, and I couldn’t sleep in my pillow and heard the parrot learn his tongue.

“The false emperor, the false emperor.”

It turns out there’s a lot of posterior talk about death, and the next day I had a lot of pot and pigeon soup.

I sat in the middle of the night, and my family’s orthodox saying was really confusing, why the sister who went home with his nephew suddenly died, why the fourth brother was so good, why can’t I remember the nurse and the way of the palace when he was a child, why did the smoke tell me that the child was the same age as the fourth brother, and where did Abhi’s parrot, the “false emperor” learn his tongue?

I can’t help but wonder who I am. Who is that orthodox?

I suddenly remembered the sister in charge of the white smoke note, who had been killed by the bandits on the way back to Beijing before her wedding, and the first thing to do was to level the bandits’ heads. Not so long ago, Shen Yunxian suddenly turned over Li Yunqian, a soldier of the army who had been killed, and was thrown away to eat sand in the border. He promised me a real-time visit to the Shen House and told me to go with me to worship the Four Princes’ nanny.

I had a connection, and the servants of Shen’s house had sent a painting with the birthmark of Shen Yun’s birthmark.

I cried and laughed. It was a lie from the beginning.

At first I was wondering what to do, and soon I found myself worried. What can a woman with no power or power do?

But after all, the fourth brother was defeated in the nineteenth year of his reign in the middle of a rebellion in the middle of nowhere.

He is the four kings who have been brought out of the Cold Palace by the handmaiden, who is well known, talented and well-known for many years, and who is more popular than the defunct and distasteful Four.

He broke into the palace in March alone.

The fourth brother was kneeled before him, his crown fell and his hair was broken.

He saved his last dignity and was in the blood.

I didn’t think Shen Qing would do it for Brother Four.

I remember what she said when she came to comfort me, “I can’t do it. Don’t treat yourself like a concubine and a servant.”

She’s a very good man. She’s always been innocent. If he is a man, he will be remembered.

I’m sorry I didn’t get to know her, like her.

I don’t care if I die, but Brother Four cares.

The only time he bowed in front of Shen Yunxian, he begged him to spare me.

He did it on purpose. He didn’t want me to hate him, but he did it.

I can’t afford to spend as much as I wish, without regret, nor can I be like Abigail, hateful and bite my teeth, nor be able to watch the fire from the shore of the smoke, standing aside.

I don’t love it, I hate it.

Dozens of deep tatters of cold and cold bones remain unforgettable.

In the shadow of the autumn, We met Shen Yun. In his house there was a fermented wind of fruit and frost, and my mother’s grave fell ash.

I was narcissistic, and I thought he was rebelling, and I always had some reasons for it.

We’ve seen each other again, and we’ve had two words.

I had no time to think that he wanted to be with me again. If you’re a filial child, you can help me.

They fell from the sky, and I was in the shock of the last utero when the men of age put their swords on the neck of Shen Yun.

My old lover got rid of my husband, and my real son got rid of my old lover.

I was the one who taught him, and he taught him.

He was prepared to do so until Shen Yunxuan had killed him.

Killed with a knife, sculpted with two arrows, fearless afterlife.

As for true and false blood, the winner, the winner, always the winner.

I’m not trying to spare Shen Yuncheng, I’m not smart, but I’m not childish.

I told him, if you’re thinking about love, let me take him on the road.

I was in prison with a soy candle, and a white prison uniform was red, and it seemed like I saw Jianchiro looking back over the decades.

I said, “I know you don’t drink well, I’ve changed the wine for you, and I’ve added a cinnamon to it.

He’s got the saloon, he’s got the bowl.

“When I was a child, I was glad that I had escaped from the palace, and that I would find peace. I’m sorry now, but I don’t envy him and his kings, but I see him and you for years. I’m supposed to be with you. I’d be the first person you’d ever see in my life if I was greedy.”

I warned him.

“I’m the first to see it, lest it be my mother or the midwife.”

“First man.”

“It’s my father, as a matter of fact.”

He lost his smile, and said, “I’ll wait for you on the Naho bridge, we’ll go together and we’ll get married in the belly. Remember me.”

I can’t believe this. Nod.

He touched my face, and I kind of wanted to cry. That’s the best thing we’ve ever done.

He drank, and I comforted myself that he was just drunk, but he cried in the colder autumn.

I remember the fan, and I didn’t want to give it back, and he didn’t mention it either.

I’m happy to meet you.

Stay together and be sad and old.

After the court changes, I’ve often been unable to sleep at night, and I’ve found Ang-hyun for me. The price is good.

I went back to the palace.

My mother and I are in the Cold Palace, and the people in the palace are not Brother Four, they are Shen Yun-chun.

Shen Yun-chun remembers her mother. She knows every road in the palace.

He’s faster than I am, and he’ll be able to climb up to the wall and pick my tweeds, and we’ll eat each time.

We were taken out of the palace. Shen Yun-chun didn’t look like 4th brother. He didn’t want to be Emperor. He said that the Emperor wanted the 6th house.

But he’s a powerful king who knows he can’t marry without power.

He married me as his princess, and I gave birth to a fat, white boy, and I named him a sugar man in the name of an undername. If you put me in the broom, you’ll have to wash me out of bed.

Shen Yun was watching over me, begging for mercy, saying that the next one is not my fault.

But now I’m pregnant and he and I have made up our minds.

His nephew, who had taken care of his sister-in-charge, had passed the test in Kyoto. I heard that Gu Xiaojun saw him at first sight, and finally married him to his sister-in-law.

He had a great relationship with him, and on the day he was married, she and Li Sanchiro from the east of the city were married, and the guests were divided. We’ve got to get them to the farm.

There was a horse running, and I stretched my neck to look at this extra-legal maniac, and the horseman in the car said it was the gold of the head of the VA, Joe.

There was some discrepancy between the wind and the rumours about the blue teeth and the female fork with three six arms.

When the kiss was finished, the cloud pulled me to the cave room, and I was screaming in my mouth to the bed, and the bride shuddered off the cap, fell on the floor and carried a sugar.

“Yo, you can’t! Hungry enough to steal from his own bride.”

We got thrown out.

The lanterns outside the door fainted in the night, and a bang exploded, and there were sparkling fireworks.

I didn’t know I was a guest in a dream.

(concluded)

I think it’s a sad story.

Wang Zhengu

Minghai has been home for four years.

He’s 13 years old.

This place has a strange name. Zhao, it’s the name of Zhao It’s called John, but they live in a scattered house, two or three, two or three. As soon as we went out, we could see that we had to walk for a while, because there was no road, and it was a bending field. Plum, because there’s a plume. It’s called Buddha, but they’re blackmailed, and they’re called Shing. Even the monks in the platinum call it. “Where’s the bobbra?” — “The poach.” It was supposed to be a nun. Monks and nuns. But the monk lives in it. Maybe it’s because it’s small, it’s a temple, it’s small.

Minghai is home called Mingko. He’s been home since he was a kid. His home town is not called home, it’s called being a monk. He’s home from a monk. It’s like some place with a pig, some place with a mat, some place with a bucket, some place with a cotton, some place with a painter, some place with a bitch, some place with a monk. He’s got many brothers, and he’s sending one to become a monk. A monk has to pass through the relationship, and there are help. The monks in this place have gone a long way. There are people from the Temple of Invisible in Hangzhou, the Temple of Jingan in Shanghai, the Temple of Jinshan in Jinjiang and the Temple of Tianning in Yangzhou. It’s usually the temple in the county. Minghai’s family, the boss, the dick, the third. He’s the fourth. When he was seven years old, he came home as a monk’s uncle, and his father and his mother consulted with his uncle and decided to make him a monk. He was there and felt that it was reasonable and there was no reason to object. There are many advantages to being a monk. One is ready to eat. There’s food in every temple. Two can save money. If you learn to use the Yoga mouth and pray to His Majesty Liang, you will be given the hard money. In the future, it will be possible to marry or to buy a few acres of land if it is not. It’s not easy to be a monk, but it’s like a moon, and it’s like a bell. His uncle met him, told him to take a few steps, then went on a few steps, and told him to call him a bull-scrambling number, “Gdang Ding-dang–” and said, “Mingko is a good monk, I’ll take it!” To be a monk, you have to get a little bit of a book, a few years of study. There are no monks who can’t read! So Ming went to school and read the Three Words, the People’s House, the Four Words, Jingling, the Euphoria, the Ideas, and Haut-Moon, and a copy of it every day. The village says he’s good, dark.

His uncle returned home on the agreed date and brought a short shirt of his own in a monk’s collar, asking Ming to be smaller and to put it on. Mingko was wearing this monk’s short shirt, and his lower body was still wearing purple pants at home, and his bare feet were wearing a new pair of shoes, and he fell on his father and his mother’s head and left with his uncle.

When he went to school, he had a name called Minghai. Uncle said no change. So the Minghai became a French name.

Over a lake. What a big lake! Through a county. The county is so hot: the salin store, the tax office, the pig in the meat shop, a donkey grinding sesame, the fragrance of a little fragrance on the street, the cloth shop, the saloon that sells jasmine powder, hair-brushing oil, the velvet, the anointed, the sugar-blower, the snake-player… he wants to see everything. Uncle pushed him, “Go! Go!

There’s a boat waiting for them. The boat had a skinny old man in his twenties, with a girl of the age of Ming’s on its head, and he was peeling a urn. Mingko and uncle sat in the cabin and the boat left.

Akiko heard someone talking to him. It’s the girl.

“Are you going to become a monk?”

Akiko nod his head.

“When a monk is burning a scar! Aren’t you afraid?”

Mingko did not know how to answer, and shook his head with ambiguity.

“What’s your name?”

“Minghai.”

“At home?”

“Mingko.”

“Mingko! My name is Yingko! We’re neighbors. My house’s next to a tumble. – Here you go.”

Young-ja threw half of the lantern left over to Minghai, and Myeong-ko stripped the husk of the lantern and ate it one by one.

He was rowing, and only heard the oars pour water:

“Wow-wow-wow-wow!”

I don’t know.

It’s a nice place, on a high ground. This area is high, and the people who built it were good at choosing places. There’s a river in front of the door. Outside the door is a big barn. All three are tall willows. The gate is a hall. And the door is for Silver. I don’t know who wrote a match:

It’s a big belly that’ll let the world go.

I’m a laugher.

It’s Wilhelm. Through the hall is a small well, growing two white fruit trees. There are three compartments on both sides of the well. Walking through the wells is the Great House for the third Buddha. The Buddha is only four feet tall. The east side of the palace is the abbot, the west is the vault. On the east side of the temple, there’s a small six-point gate, white-door green, etched in pairs:

A world.

Holy shit!

There was a narrow well, several false rocks, a few bouquets of flowers and three small houses.

Little monk’s days are free. Get up early, open the gate, sweep the floor. All the floors in the platinum are tumbled, so it’s good to clean up, so it’s a fragrance for Milfer and Weichen, and a fragrance for the third Buddha in the Temple, three heads, three words for “America Sud” and three bangs. Ming-ko replaced all three of the monks who are not happy with early and evening classes. Then, pick water, feed the pigs. Then when the master of the monk, the uncle of the son of Ming, shall rise and teach him the Book.

The same is true of the Book: the master has before him a book, and the pupil has before him a book, and he sings a song, and the pupil sings a song. He sang while he used his hand on the table. It’s like a performance. It’s just like teaching the opera. Even the same terminology. Uncle said, read the scripture: once you’ve got your eyes on it, you’ve got to work together. Saying: “Be a good monk, and have a good voice.” They said, “The country has been inundated for 20 years with water, and the canal has fallen down, and in the end it has been in the water, because of the large number of people who drowned in the water, with a large mouth of fire, the 13 masters, the 13 regular monks, the husbands of the temples, and the hundreds of monks below. Who’s the first? It’s still a stone bridge. He sits up, like the Buddha of the Land, and that’s not necessary; that’s the “opening of the hymns” and the thousands of people who are watching are silent. He said, ‘Train your voice, practice three volts in the summer and practice 39 in the winter, and practice Dantan.’ Saying: “Eat of bitterness, and be of the best.” He said, “The monks also have incarnations, obscurities, and poaching.” Don’t play with your heart! My uncle’s great-great-great-grandfather is a great man, so he sings with him:

“Change of the oven —”

“Change of the oven —”

“Legitimate”

“Legitimate”

“The Phufus in cash …”

“The Phufus in cash …”

I don’t know.

When Minghai finished his studies, he had to learn a little bit of it before he went to bed at night.

It’s a simple population of six people. Liangminghai, five monks.

There is an old monk, over 60 years old, who is the uncle’s uncle, and has a picture of him, but very few know him, because he is rarely called a monk or a master, and Minghai calls him his grandfather. It’s a very quiet person, locked up in a room, in a world. I can’t see him reading Buddha, but he sits silently. He eats fast, except for the New Year.

Here are the three brothers: Inshan, Inhai and Indo. Some call them Masters and Second Masters, others Masters and Masters. Only Indo, who didn’t call him Master Wataru, because it sounded like a lie, and most of them called him Towa. That’s all he deserves, because he’s young and in his twenties.

And Insan, the uncle of My son, was in charge. It makes sense not to call the Abbot, but to call it the head of the house, because he actually does the head of the house. He had a desk in his house, which contained books and calculations. There are three books. One is a check, one is a lease and one is a debt. Monks have to do things, they have to do things for money — or what do you want to be a monk? The common law is to fire the door. The regular pyrotechnics are ten. One seat, one drummer, four on both sides. There’s only eight, three on one side. There are only four monks, and they have to work with other temples in order to set the fire. There have been times like this. It’s usually just a half-firing hole. One seat, one drum, one side. They come to other temples to work together; and there are not many people in the area who can afford to keep their mouths full. Sometimes, whoever dies will have only two or even one monk to read the scripture and knock on a few sounding machines. Many people do not pay their money at that time, and often wait until autumn. This will be accounted for. In addition, the hard money of the monks in the fire. It’s like a show. There’s people. First in the ring. Because he wants to lead and sing solo. There’s a big “skull sighs” in there, and all the other monks are resting on the law, and only the first one is singing in the open. The second is drumming. You think it’s easy? Well, it’s just the beginning of the “Drums,” and you can’t hit it with your hands! The rest, same. It’s got to be remembered: one day, who’s on the counter, who’s on the table, who’s on the drums… saves us from cursing at the end of the year. There are dozens of acres of temples that are rented to people, and they’ll have to collect them. It’s a debt. Rents and debts are rarely owed because those who borrow money are afraid of the Buddha. These three bills will be enough for Insan. The candles, the fire, the salt, the “favorite” are also kept in the books. In addition to the books, Master Yama’s husband’s husband’s husband’s wall had a water bill with four red words: “Do your duty”.

And the three conditions of being a good monk, as Insan said, were none of his own. His face is in two words: yellow, fat. It doesn’t sound like a bell. Smart? Hard to say, losing cards. He never wears a thong in a thong, even a thong. Often in a short Monk, a yellow tummy was revealed. Here’s a pair of shoes with bare feet — the new shoes he’s holding. That’s how he walks around here all day, walking around, making the sound of a sow:

Master In-hai. He has a wife. His wife spends a few months between the summer and the autumn, because it’s cool. There were six of them, one of them was the family of the monk. Insan and Indo called her sister-in-law and Minghai called her aunt. Both mouths are clean, they wash all day long. At nightfall, they will sit in the wells and take the cold. Daytime, in the house.

Master San is a very smart man. In some cases, it was not clear that the Master of Accounts had spent half a day on his calculations, and his eyes turned around and his eyes were clear. He’s got a lot of cards to win, 20 or 30 cards to land, and he’s pretty much aware of what’s in his hands. When he plays cards, someone likes to look at the beard behind him. Whoever asked him to play cards said, “I want to give you two.” Not only did he have a confession (not many monks in the small temples are able to confess) but he was also able to “fly”. In July, some places were made to do a collegiate meeting, and in the open, the flames were magnified, dozens of monks, embroidered and flying. Flying is flying over a dozen pounds. At some point, all the law was stopped, and dozens of high-strikes struck. Suddenly, his hand rises and he flies in half the air, flying on one side and spinning on the other. Then, fall again, catch. It’s not normal to catch it, it’s a variety of positions, “Rhinoceros look at the moon” and “Suchin backsave” … It’s not a reading, it’s an acrobatic. Perhaps the Buddha of the Land loves this, but it is people, especially women and children, who are truly happy. This is the opportunity for a young and beautiful monk. After a big bonfire, and after a good troupe, there’ll be a two-year-old girl and daughter-in-law missing – running away with a monk. He’ll also put “Flames’ mouth.” Some people, relatives and prodigal sons, have raised the question of the opening of a flower when it is not a sad affair — when it comes to death. The “Flaming Hole” is called the monk singing the small tune, lassing the string, blowing the pipe, banging the drumboard, and singing it. Indo-Wan can sing all night long. Indo-Wan has been outside for several years and has been living in the country for almost two years. He is said to have a good friend and more than one. He’s usually the one who sees a girl’s daughter-in-law as being honest, doesn’t even say a joke, doesn’t sing a little song. And one time, when he took the cold in the valley, a group surrounded him and told him to sing two. And he said, “Okay, sing one. Don’t sing home. You all know each other from home. Sing an ace.”

I played barley with my brother.

I can’t hear a turn.

I can’t listen.

After the barley.

After the song was finished, we didn’t have enough.

My sister was born and floated.

Two good tits.

I don’t know.

A little jumpy in the heart.

I don’t know.

It doesn’t matter what the rules are. Nobody even mentioned it.

Insan ate smoke and carried his bag with him when he went out.

They often play cards. This is a good place to play cards. The table on the side of the house, which eats, is set to the door, and it’s tilted. As soon as the table was set, Insan took the chips out of his husband’s abbreviation and fell down on the table. More time for cards and less time for mahjong. Apart from the three brothers, the card-bearers usually come from a duck-burner, a rabbit-stealer and a chicken-stealer. The duck-skinned gust of bamboo, swarms of town, raised the voice of the dumb:

“The duck hair sells money!”

There’s a family– You see an old hen, you throw a copper dragonflies, you get a bite up there. This peck, the copper dragonflies’ hard springs are bursting, the chicken mouth is holding. When the chicken is very curious, go up and hold it.

Mingko asked this decent man to see the dragonflies. He tried at Young-ko’s house. Ying’s mother knows.

“Damn! Son! Why did you come to my house to play with the dragonflies?”

Young-ja came here:

“Give me! Give me!”

She tried, too, Shin. A black hen held his mouth in a second.

It’s raining and it’s raining, and they’re here to spend the day.

Sometimes without a visitor, he pulls out his uncle, and most of the game ends up in the hands of the boss and the monk.

They eat meat without hiding it. It kills pigs too. Kill the pig in the temple. Everything’s like a family. Water, buckets, sharp knives. When they’re bound, they scream. In contrast to the family, there are several rituals to read to the upcoming pig “The Curse of Life” and always to the teacher’s uncle.

“… every child born, egg born, coming from a void, returning from a void, reborn shall be joyful. “The Buddha of Namshu!”

The three masters went down with a knife and the red pig’s blood came out with a lot of hair.

I don’t know.

Mingko always runs to Ying’s house.

Yingko’s home is like an island, with rivers on three sides and a small road to the west. This is the only one on the island. There are six large sanctuaries on the island, which in the summer are made up of large sanctuaries, three whites and three purples, and a vegetable garden, bean and vegetable, which is not missing. The lower part of the courtyard was made of bricks, and the upper part of the courtyard was made of mud. The door was oily, with a thousand-year-old lunacy:

I’ve always been here.

Jack-sun’s family is more than happy.

The door was a very wide yard. One side of the courtyard is a cowhouse, a barn; one side is a pig’s ring, a chicken, and a fence with ducks. The earth and earth are covered with a stone. The north side is housing and brick-based earth, half of which is watt and half grass. The house had been renovated for only three years and the wood was white. It’s a house, and the gold on the picture of the Buddha is still dark. Both sides are bedrooms. There’s a piece of glass in each window, one foot, bright — it’s rare in the country. A pomegranate tree was planted on one side of the roof and a pomegranate flower was planted on the other side. The summer flower, red and white, looks good. The fragrance smells like a nose. When the wind is smooth, it can smell in the air.

The population is small. His family is certainly Zhao. There were four of them: Big Uncle Zhao, Big Mama Zhao, two daughters, Big Ying and Little Ying. The old ones don’t have a son. For these are the days when the people shall not be sick, the cattle shall not suffer, and there shall be no dry water for the locusts, and the life shall flourish. They had their own land, which would have been enough to eat, and 10 acre fields had been rented. In her own field, she planted an acre of saplings — half of it was Young’s idea, she loved to eat sips and an acre planted tsrooms. A large herd of chicken ducks is fed at home. Uncle Zhao is a capable man. He is a “all-embracing”, not only well-developed in the field, but also covering fish, grinding, scrawling, water repairing, repairing boats, building walls, burning bricks, buckets, platinum, and leash. He does not cough, his back hurts, he is strong, like an Elm tree. People are nice and quiet all day. Uncle Zhao is a money-shaking tree and Zhao is a treasure pot. I’m surprised. Fifty years old, two eyes bright. At any given time, the hair is tweaked and the clothes are made. Like an old man, she’s busy all day. Cooking pork, feeding pigs, pickles — her pickled radish drying is very good — poaching powder, grinding tofu, making raisins, knitting. She can still cut flowers. This is where we’re married, we’re married, we’re married, we’re married, we’re married, we’re married, we’re married, we’re married, we’re married, we’re married, we’re married, we’re married, we’re married, we’re married, we’re married, we’re married, we’re married, we’re married, we’re married, we’re married, we’re married, we’re married, we’re married, we’re married, we’re married, we’re married, we’re married, we’re married, we’re married, we’re married, we’re married, we’re married, we’re married, we’re married, we’re married, we’re married, we’re married, we’re together, we’re married, we’re married, we’re married, we’re married, we’re married, we’re married, we’re married, we’re married, we’re married, we’re married, we’re together, we’re together, we’re They’re asking her, “When will you go?” “Fifteen, I’ll come early in the morning!”

“Be sure!” — “Be sure!”

Two daughters who look like their mother. The eyes are especially like white-eyed ducks, black-eyed lids, light-eyed, light water, and stars. Under your head, head, feet. Your hair’s dripping, your clothes are made. – The custom here is that 15- or 6-year-olds comb their hair. These girls, this one’s good hair! Red-haired roots, snow-white tarts! The three girls went to the gathering, and they were looking for them.

Sisters look alike, different. The big girl is quiet, she doesn’t say much, like a father. Young-ja is more likely than her mother to say that all day long he’s been tumbling. My sister said, “You’ve been dazzling all day.”

“Like a bridesmaid!”

“You said it yourself!

“Crazy”?

“Crazy heart!”

“You blame me!”

Two girls say something. You’ve got a family. She saw it in secret. It’s nice to see it. It’s nice. It’s been done, and the day has not yet been set. She hasn’t been out of her room for two years and she’s had her dowry all day. Big cut, she will. Picking flowers and embroidery isn’t as good as fucking. But she’s too old for that. She went to the city to see the bride, and she said that they were all made of live flowers. It’s hard for a mother. And finally, the “honeycombs” suddenly slapping, “I’ll give you a man!”

Who is this man? It’s Mingko. When Myiko read “Upper Meng”, he somehow got half a mustard. He liked it. At the time of the visit, he also turned over and sometimes turned over the old books and looked at them. Yingko says:

“He will paint! He will paint like a living one!”

Young-ja invited Minghai to his house, to grind his ink, to draw some of the little monk’s drawings, and he likes it:

“That’s it! That’s it! That’ll make a mess!” It’s a needle method of embroidery: The first layer was embroidered and the second layer of needles and feet were inserted into the first layer of needles, so that the colour could be dim to the point where there were no trace, unlike the flower of the mother’s generation, where the needle was flat, between the shallows, and the line was clear, together. Young-ja is like a bookboy and like a staff officer:

Draw a pomegranate!

Draw a bouquet!

She strangled the flowers, and Minghai looked at them.

Then he could draw the phoenix, the mackerel bamboo, the guacamole, the light bamboo leaf, the sorghum fruit, and the plum blossom.

I like it, too.

“You’re so smart! Be my godfather!”

Young-joon put it on his shoulder and said:

“Scream! Scream!

Mingko knelt on her knees and croaked her head in the ground.

Three pairs of shoes embroidered by the British, 30 miles of circles spread. A lot of girls walk by boat. After reading it, he said, “Oh, that’s great! It’s not embroidered. It’s a flower.” They took the paper and asked the little monk to paint it. And those who seek a roof, and those who seek a curtain, and those who seek a shoe head. Every time Ming came to paint flowers, Ying made him some good food, cooked two eggs, steamed a bowl of tart and fried a few crotch.

I took care of my sister’s dowry, and I took care of her. Her helper, Mingko.

The work in this area is planting, ricketing water, scrawling grass, then cutting rice and playing. The heavy work, the family can’t help it. This place is changing. The dates are set, the families turn around. No pay, but eat well. Six meals a day, two heads of meat, and a drink. At work, banging on the drums, singing songs, and having fun. The rest of the time, look at each other, don’t seem nervous.

When the grass is three times high, its head is invisible. I heard a very sharp voice singing in a thick green:

The masts, the flowers, the six petals…

My sister’s house is in front of the house, a bridge…

Minghai knows where Young-ko is, he’ll be here in three or two steps, and he’ll come down and draft. It’s Mingko’s business to hold the bull in the evening. – Buffalo’s afraid of mosquitoes. It’s a habit for a cow to unload its tungsten and drink water, and to take a sip and a good muddled “wow”, and to get all over the mud, so the mosquito can’t bite. The two cars will be enough for half a day as long as the 14-rolled water truck is attached to the lower field. Mingko and Ying were lying on the pole, standing on the axle and singing softly the mountain songs that Minghai had learned from the masters. When we play, Mingko can help Uncle Zhao for a while and let him eat. — The Zhao family has no place of its own, and every year they do a plow on the outside. When he hit the whip, he shouted the number:

“Staffy–“

It’s soundless, but it’s better than any song. Mrs. Zhao is at home, and when she hears Mingko’s number, turn her ear:

“This child’s voice!”

Even the British stopped the needle:

“It’s beautiful!”

Young-ko was very proud to say:

“13 provinces number one!”

At night, they watch together. The rice is also tanned. And they sat side by side on a pebble, listening to frogs beating their drums, and singing of the cold snakes. This place thinks it’s earthworms, and it’s called “Cool Snake.” – Listening to the sarcasm, “The Grim,” watching the fireflies fly around, watching the stars in the sky.

“Yah! I forgot to tie a knot on my pants!” Ying said.

People here believe that when a meteor falls, a knot in their crotch will be what they want.

I don’t know.

It’s Ying’s favorite life. Autumn passed, with the light of the ground, the leaves of the twigs dryed — the twilight of the twigs, the twilight of the twig, the bells of the twigs, the bells of the twigs, and the twigs of the twigs. Bare feet, stomping in the mud– hey, a sickle! Put your hand down, a red, lavender. She loved her life and took Miko with her. She used her bare feet on purpose.

She went back in a basket and left a trail on a soft field. Minghai looks at her footprints, silly. Five little toes, flat feet, thin heel, missing a piece of the bow. There was a feeling in Minghai that he felt itchy. This beautiful set of footprints upsets the little monk’s heart.

I don’t know.

Mingko used to take the Zhao’s boat to the city to buy candles and oil salt for the Zhao. When I was busy, Uncle Zhao rowed; I was busy with Ying, and the rowing was Ming.

From Zhao Zhang to the county, there is a huge bouquet. The reeds are thick, and one of the waterways is not seen. And when it came to this, Mingko felt nervous, unprovoked, and he rowed.

Yingko shouted:

“Mingko! Mingko! What’s wrong with you? Are you crazy? Why are you rowing so fast?”

Minghai went to the Temple to be warned.

“Are you really going to burn the scar?”

“Really.”

“Doesn’t that hurt?”

“Bite your teeth. Uncle says it’s a great place to be a monk.

“Absolutely?”

“It is the wild monks who are not forbidden.”

“What good will it do?”

“You can go wherever you want to go when you’re told.”

“What do you mean, “Handing up?”

“It’s in the temple. If you have a fast, eat.”

“No money?”

“No money. There’s a law to be followed by a foreign master.”

“No wonder they all say, “The distant monks will read the Book.” With these scars on your head?”

“and an ultimatum.”

“As long as you’re in trouble, you’ll get a monk’s diploma.”

“Yes!”

“I’ll row you.”

“Okay.”

Young-ja would have rowed the boat to the door. Somehow she was excited. She’s very curious and wants to see the temple of Sun-in Temple and see what it looks like.

The Temple, the first temple in the county, faces a deep-water moat outside the East Gate, with trees on three sides, and it is in the woods that it can only be seen in the distance about a little bit of the golden luminous roof, not knowing its size. The tree is covered with the sign “Beware of the dog.” The dog in this temple is famous. No one usually goes in. During the rest of the tour, the dogs were locked.

What a big temple! The threshold of the temple door is higher than Ying’s knee. Two big cards, one on one side, and two big words on the other, “Leave the Ring” and one on the other. The temple is so ceremonial that no one can cough loudly. Minghai went to sign up and Ying looked around. Dude, this is a humdrum. Four Kings. How tall are they? The wells are two acres of land, and they are covered in pebbles, and they are grown in pines. This is the Great House! One in, cool. There’s gold everywhere. Micahonnifer sits on a Lotus seat, which is taller than Ying. And he looked up and couldn’t see the whole of his face, except for a little shut lips and a fat jaw. Two big red candles on both sides. How thick is it? The table before the Buddha’s statue is filled with flowers, velvet, euphoria, coral trees, jade, and the whole ivory. Honolulu is burning in the oven. Young-ja went out of the temple and smelled her clothes. Hang up a little bit. I don’t know what they are, but they’re so thick, they’re so thin. That’s a big sip of water. This big wooden fish, with a big cow, painted red. She went back to Rohan Hall and climbed upstairs. A thousand Buddhas! She also followed a number of people to see the hidden hall. There’s nothing to look at. It’s all books! I’ve been walking around like this and my legs are sore. Young-ja went out of the temple thinking about cooking oil for her family, wiring for her sister, getting a shoe cloth for her mother, buying her own silver butterflies with two knitted aprons, and buying smoke for her father.

We’ll get this over with. She went to the temple again and the monk was eating porridge. It’s a big dining room, with 800 monks. The porridge is so much more choreographed that there are two tin cholesterols in the front seat, with red velvet in it, and a monk in a big red, golden, embroidery on the back of his knees, with a watch. It’s about beating people. Which monk ate the sound of congee, he came down as a rule. But he didn’t really hit, he just did it. It’s strange that so many monks ate porridge without a sound! She saw Mingko sitting inside and wanted to say hello to him, which was not easy. Thinking about it, he said, “I’m leaving!” She saw Miko dotting his head without looking down, so many people looked at themselves and walked away.

Yingko went to see Mingko first thing in the morning. She knew that Ming was under siege on the third day in the middle of the night, and that it was forbidden to see. She knew she was going to ask the old shaver to shave her head, and she was going to shave her head so she couldn’t touch it, or she’d burn it, and she would’ve gone and burned it. She knew it was the date mud that was lit on the scalp and then on the scent. She knows that when she burns a scar, she drinks a bowl of mushroom soup, which makes it “haired” and can’t lie down and keep moving, which is called a “dispersion”. That’s what Mingko told her. Mingko listened to my uncle.

She looked at the monk’s “dispersion” there in the wasteland beneath the walls. One by one, wearing new sea chrysanthemum, with 12 black ideas on his bare skin. – This black scar is the white, round scar. The monks are laughing, like they’re happy. She saw Mingko at once. And across a moat, they called him:

“Mingko!”

Yingko!

“Have you been given a break?”

“Got it.”

“Does it hurt?”

“It hurts.”

“Does it still hurt?”

“Now it’s over.”

“When are you going back?”

“The day after tomorrow.”

“Amor? Afternoon?

“In the afternoon.”

“I’ll pick you up!”

“Yes!”

I don’t know.

Young-ja took Minghai to the boat.

Young-ja was wearing a little white shabble over his pants, a black veil, a barefoot with a pair of herbs, and a pomegranate over his head. She saw Mingko wearing a white collar with short-skines on it, and she said, “Take off one of your outsides, you’re not hot!”

They’re one of them. Young-ja’s in the middle, Ming’s in the tail.

She asked Mingko a lot of things all the way, like she hadn’t seen them in a year.

She asked, “Does anyone cry when they burn the scar?”

Mingko said, “No one weeps, but he does not live to read Buddha.” There’s a monk in Shandong swearing:

“Fuck you, Grandma! I won’t burn!”

She asks, “Do you have a face and a voice?”

“Yes.”

“So his husband is better than her embroidery room?”

“Specific. Everything is embroidered.”

“His house smells good?”

“It smells good. He’s burning the Ganan. It’s expensive.”

“He can do poetry, draw, write?”

“Yes. He’s got big words on both sides of the corridor.”

“Did he have a little wife?”

“There’s one.”

“19 years old?”

“He heard.”

“Is it good?”

“It’s good.”

“Don’t you see?”

“How could I see it? I’m in the temple.”

Mingko told her that an old monk from the Temple had told him that he had been chosen to be Shami’s tail, but that he had not yet decided to wait for a monk from the Lord.

“What do you mean, “Salmontail”?

“Show a ring and choose a sandy head and a sandy tail. She must be old and read a lot. Shamia must be young, smart and handsome.”

“What’s the difference between being Shamiya and other monks?”

“Salami’s head, Shami’s tail, will be his uncle in the future. Now the Abbot is gone. The Stone Bridge was a sandy tail.”

“Do you become the tail of the sand?”

“Not necessarily.”

“You’re an abbreviator, running the Temple of Sun-in?”

“It’s early!”

“Don’t be an abbot!”

“Good, not good.”

“You don’t want to be an emmy!”

“Good, not good.”

And then again, I saw the flower.

Young-ja suddenly put the oars down and went to the back of the boat, lying next to Ming’s ear, whispering:

“I’ll make you a wife. Do you want it?”

Mingko’s eyes are full.

“Say something!”

Mingko said, “Well.”

“What do you mean, “um!”

Mingko said, “Yes!”

“What are you shouting?”

Mingko whispered, “Yes!”

“Run!”

Yingko jumped into the mid-seat, and the two oars crossed in a fast and strutted way into the bouquet.

It’s the flowers that spit new ears. It’s purple, gray, silver, soft, smooth, like a string of silk. There’s a stick, red, like a little candle. Ping, Ping. Long foot mosquitoes, water spiders. There’s a four-polvet white flower in the corner of the field. A cinder (a waterbird) was blown up, rinsed, and Pollulu was gone.

I don’t know.

On August 12, 1980:

Writing a dream 43 years ago.

I don’t know.

Keep your eyes on the road.