My father is a traitor.
It’s my fiancé.
He put chains around my neck, more tender than when he gave me flowers.
The day my father was decapitated, I was calm enough to catch my mother.
And I said, “If there’s a fire, I can fry the lice and fill it with a pot of wine. I’m sorry.
I didn’t think I’d make fun of the young general next door hanging out with a bicorn.
Funny?
One.
All nine of the women were held in the heavenly cachot, waiting for the Emperor to fall.
But at the end of the day, it was either sold or incorporated into the faculty.
“Sir.” My mother called me, “What time is it? I’m sorry.
My mother was sick and fell ill when she came here from three days ago.
I looked at one side of the sky from a tiny air hole, whispering, “At midday, around noon.” I’m sorry.
“Noontime. * My mother held my hand and said these two words helplessly.*
And at midday the hour of destruction of the House of Clouds.
My dad’s gonna be decapitated.
I’m a cloud man who’s about to leave for the desert north.
My mother cried and my aunt and cousins cried.
My aunt begged me: “Song Iwai, please. Just ask him to get your sister out. He can do it. I’m sorry.
Song Iwak was my fiancé, and four years ago, he was a new chemist, and my father admired his talent and promised me to him.
He’s got a good career, he’s been promoted, he’s been trusted.
But now he is also a door-to-door executioner.
I shed tears on my aunt, “He won’t help us. I’m sorry.
My aunt was crying in my arms, and my cousins were crying all over me, crying out for my sister.
I looked at the light in the air hole.
Too high and too weak to catch.
And the footsteps came from behind, and We turned back, and thought that they were the servants of the decree, but were not expecting to see Song Il.
He was wearing a colored robe, wearing a double-eared hat, with his head on his chest, and we met in front of me.
I remember this moment when I saw Song Iwai for the first time.
He’s wearing a gray, white coat, and he comes up to me, and he says, “Have a nice day to the lady.” I’m sorry.
Today, he is high, and I am his prisoner.
Auntie begged him to save our sisters. They died, but our sisters were raised in the greenhouse, how could they go to a place like the faculty?
Song Iwai listens silently, but the sight falls on me.
“Why don’t you ask?” he said. I’m sorry.
A moment of silence in the cell, the eyes of my aunt fell on my face.
I know what she means, and I know what Song Iwak is for.
I kneeled at Song Il.
“Please, Lord Song, help us get our sisters out of here. I bowed to him in peace, and said, “If it works out, I hope to live as a cow. I’m sorry.
Three feet away from the wooden fence, the dreary but happy laugh of Song Rock is coming.
“The four sisters will be my concubines, so will my lady.” I’m sorry.
I stopped for a moment, and I kept poking.
And I returned to him: “It is a pleasure for my sister to be the concubine of the grown-up who was so surprised. I’m sorry.
He smiled again, “Song’s daughter is so capable of reaching out.” I’m sorry.
I looked down, didn’t answer him.
But it is you who are lucky, but it is me who is the cause. “Song Rock rises, his sleeves rise and his cool voice falls above my head.
Missy, Song will visit you at the faculty. I’m sorry.
Song Iwa, go laugh.
I stood up and looked peacefully at the shadow of his departure.
“Siren!” Aunty hugged me and said she was sorry, “It’s my aunt’s imagination, and you shouldn’t be begging for something like that.” I’m sorry.
I calmed my aunt, turned my eyes, and looked next door at the man who hanged his tusks.
His hair covered his face, and his legs sat on the corner of the wall, without moving for three days.
I thought he was dead, but just now I heard the chain on his husk.
He’s still alive.
Two.
“Who is that?” The five-year-old girl stood by me and asked me in my ear.
He was the youngest general in Ben Dynasty.
Fifteen fathers fought the Quartet, uniting the desert north for only 10 years.
The work of the depression will be written in the history of the world and admired by the later generations.
Of course, this is just what I think.
They have been here for six months for the crime of rebellion.
“Remember the general who met you at the Qinghu House on August 12th last year? I’m sorry.
Little sister nod, “The handsome General of the Fairy? I’m sorry.
And when he returned to the capital, the crowds of people cried out, and I had the privilege of seeing his face.
The heavens and the earth lean not in anger.
I sat by the wooden fence and looked at him.
The light of the air hole came down and snored around, and I looked at him, and I was tired and leaned on the wooden fence.
When the drums went up five times, the depression looked up and he looked at me in the dark.
I got up and bowed to him.
He smiled, and he put his eyes on him again.
I strangled my wrists to the point, forcing myself to wake up and to remain in his position.
A day of peace and terror.
Second sister asked me when we’d be taken away.
I told my sister, “We have five days left until yesterday.” I’m sorry.
His Majesty is on his way every five days.
Today is over. The second sister pointed to the air hole, and I noded, “That’s four days. I’m sorry.
She’s scared and she’s crying.
I still look down.
When the night was late and the drums were ringing five times, the depression opened once again, and when I looked at him, he smiled, and his eyes were not moving.
At dawn, the guards left their breakfast on dry straw and I picked it up and fed it to my mother.
My mother doesn’t eat. She said she’d rather die than see me in the faculty.
“There are three days left. I told her, “You live for three days and you die if you don’t live.” I’m sorry.
I’m fucking chewing hard-dried buns.
The day was February 2, and after night, the noise of the street lights was very rare.
What was I doing last February?
It’s like watching the Queen’s lantern in the palace, and the prince’s lantern fell on my skirt and burned my dress.
The Queen reprimanded the Princess.
The Prince led me to apologize, and I laughed and said nothing.
I kept my eyes open, and I kept my bowing line.
He’s staring at me and I’m looking at him.
With his eyes, I seem to have gone to the cold north.
“General. * I’m holding my mind and my voice * * People, I need you * I’m sorry.
I can’t see his face. It’s just his dark but still bright eyes, and it smells like fun.
For a long time, he laughed.
“And the satan of Yunxin shall bring forth a daughter like you.” I’m sorry.
He changed his position, leaned on a wooden fence, and he said, “You’re staring at me for three days, do the people need me or do you need me? I’m sorry.
And I returned to him: “No difference. I am a people.” I’m sorry.
I’ve been staring at him for three days now.
If we want to escape from prison, nine of us, women and children, will either escape or have nowhere to hide.
But what if there’s a good kung fu and a slumpy fellow backed by a desert North?
I want to live.
But the depression didn’t move, and it was only the chains that showed me.
I said, “Just ask the general if he wants to leave. If you want, I’ll find a way to untie your chain. I’m sorry.
He said, “No! I’m sorry.
3
Shaw stopped talking to me.
The buns before him had long been towed by rats, and I realized he had not eaten or drank for a long time.
Why?
At dawn, the Emperor will be on the way tomorrow, and there will not be much time left for me.
The guards threw nine bowls of water in, and I woke up and called him, “My lord. I’m sorry.
“What is it?”
“General Xiao’s breakfast, won’t you? I’m sorry.
And the guards frowned and scolded me: “You are going to die, what do you care? I’m sorry.
Come on, he’s leaving.
“He’s killing himself,” I put down his voice and said, “If he dies here, people will be angry.” I’m sorry.
The jailers laughed, their eyes were dazzled, “What do I care about the anger of the people?” I’m sorry.
I said, “The anger of the people must be peaceful.” It’s the best way to calm down. Think about it.”
The guards were leaving, but they looked back at me.
I looked back at him, and I saw clearly.
The guards were on their way and later brought rice and hot soup, crouching in front of the depression to persuade him to eat.
As long as the old monk is in the middle of the depression, he will not move.
“Let me talk to General Shaw.” I’m sorry.
The depression opened his eyes to me for the first time in the day, but I did not look at him, and I prayed with his head: “Just give my mother a pot of clean water.” I’m sorry.
He agreed, but he stood out of the wood and made a defensive move.
I was kneeling in front of a depression and I gave a spoon of rice to his lips.
Shaw’s staring at me.
And he looked as if he was in the depths of darkness.
I have a moment of cowardice, but it is only a moment, and it is not enough in comparison to death.
“The general sees me in shape? I asked him.
He picks out the eyebrows, he locks my eyes and he says, “Ugly!” I’m sorry.
I cleaned up the messy horns, “General, look again. I’m sorry.
“More ugly!” He said.
I’ve been holding my face, “I’m 15 years old and the general thinks I’m ugly, and I can’t see. I’m sorry.
Shaw laughed.
“So, you’re using beauty?
“I have nothing, only face. “I looked at him in peace, and did all I could.” I’m sorry.
“Why didn’t you use Song Rock that day?” I’m sorry.
I suggested he eat first.
For a moment, he ate this spoon, and I heard a breath from the outside.
The second stifling, I walked on my knees, closer to him.
Close enough to see the new scar on his face, it’s a bit worse.
This was the fate of the former handsome and handsome general.
“Song Il is not worth it. I said:
Shaw ate the second spoon.
But when I left, he said, “It’s still ugly.” I’m sorry.
And We bowed to him, and answered him: Yes! I’m sorry.
The man did not enter the oil salt. I want him to leave, and if he doesn’t, everything I do is in vain.
We cannot waste any more time on him.
The little sister whispered to me: “The sister is not ugly, it’s the general’s bad eye.” I’m sorry.
She said, “The generals are fighting all the years, and they can’t tell the difference between beauty and shame. I’m sorry.
I smiled and noded.
Next door, the chain went down a little bit, and I saw the past and the depression was set.
What do I do?
If you cannot leave the prison, you have to go to the faculty before planning.
What if nine of us were separated?
I watched the door, went out through the wooden fence and counted the hours I came in, 26 steps, four night guards and six daytime guards.
This night’s guard is the old infirmary.
The other three went to bed in the middle of the night.
It’s best to do it when it’s ugly. He left the cell at the door of the left courtyard and walked through an alley in Song Iwai’s small yard, where he had two carriages, a seriously ill mother and a servant.
Tianming took him out of town.
Nine against three, try it.
I pulled out of the straw, drew out the route on the ground, and suddenly I heard someone coming out of the wooden fence, and I looked up to the other side.
“The decree has been drawn, and four of your sisters have entered the faculty. I’m sorry.
Song Iwai stood up with his hand, and said, “The others are sold by the official’s teeth. I’m sorry.
“Thank you, Lord Song, for informing us in advance. I’m sorry.
“I said hello, I won’t let you pick up any other guests. I’m sorry.
“Yes. I smiled with him, “Wait for you.” I’m sorry.
SONG Iwak was satisfied and turned around, passing through the depressed cell, and he paused, turned around and fell on his knees.
SONG Iwak was standing in his knees and staring at the depression in anger. I’m sorry.
Quietly, “Damn. I’m sorry.
4
It’s late, I’ll stay.
And suddenly the chain rang, and I turned my head, and the sight hit in the eyes of a depression.
I didn’t talk to him, so I looked at each other.
His eyes told me that he knew that I would act later, that the old prisoner was of good sexual nature and that when his companion slept, I would call him in.
That’s when the depression knocked on the wooden fence.
“Eat! ” He said.
The guards were asleep and suddenly waking up and leaving their evenings behind.
“Hey! He said again, but he kept staring at me.
The guards were busy feeding him, and the depression swept him away, in the cold: “Scram!” I’m sorry.
“Yes, yes! “The guards understand, beg me to look at me.
I agree.
I’m still holding a spoon and I’m looking at a bust. I’m sorry.
When Shaw ate the meal in the spoon, his eyebrow asked me, “Do you think you can walk?” I’m sorry.
I shake my head.
“But always try. I’m sorry.
And it was because the victory was small that I came to him, but he did not, and I was alone.
“A test of life? I’m sorry.
“Take a chance. I’m sorry.
We were silent and looked at.
“Why don’t you beg me? * He’s a low voice, like gravel * * in my ear and through a *
He’s waiting for me to beg him?
Why?
He cannot be touched by the beauties, but We are no longer in shape. Today’s cloud, the building has collapsed, and there is nothing to promise him.
My heart turned, my heart crossed, and my hand held.
“Please, General. “I’m juicy.
I’m going out. As long as people are alive, there are thousands of possibilities.
My sister brother, my people’s lives… we all have a way to live as long as we are depressed.
I can’t guess why he changed his mind, but he is certainly the strongest straw I can catch.
I’ll do whatever he wants.
And he saw it in his eyes, and he fell on my face, and a layer of it was ripped off.
I held his hand tight.
He asked me.
I’ll go back to him.
No regrets?
“No regrets! I’m sorry.
He swept the bowl and held my hand against it, and at that point he had the iron buttons on his back wall, strung and pulled up and danced.
I looked at him wrongly.
He took my hand and walked out the door step by step.
The chain on the cathedral was not a burden to him, but a weapon to him.
Where we’re going, we’re going to die!
In the streets of the city in the middle of the night, the black people were beating, and they stood up for the depression, like wolves who had been waiting for so long at night.
Samson’s fangs, biting the neck of the city guard, spilled the blood on the ground.
Zipper’s holding me around.
The night wind of February is still cold, but I feel warm. It’s my wind, alive.
I heard four shouts on the wall, and there was a cry, “Miss Clouds has taken General Shaw, go on! I’m sorry.
I’m a bitch.
It’s a slump and a laugh.
“What’s wrong with me?” I frown.
“I wanted to die, and you went to jail for five days, and I escaped, and you said you took me away. @silk: #SilentSilentSilverSilver
“Did not the general want to break out of prison long ago, but did he suffer the loss of his reputation? I’m sorry.
And when I came, he had an excuse to be fooled by the beauty, to mess with his mind.
I don’t believe in the beauty of the depression.
He’s happy, “Whatever you want. I’m sorry.
And I said, “That’s what I thought. I’m sorry.
He smiled very well, and his arms were on my waist, “Just be happy!” I’m sorry.
I couldn’t help but laugh and stare at the road, and the night was heavy, so I was afraid that he might fall into a ditch with a horse.
He’s so easy, he’s been walking and he’s got horses.
“One more hour to rest. He thought I was panicking, and he said, “Don’t be afraid, I’m here.” I’m sorry.
“I’m not afraid.” I said.
“Yes?” He turned his head and smote my ear, and said, “Poor my hand is almost cut off. I’m sorry.
I’ve been so busy, my cheeks are burning.
5
My mother, she was taken by different subordinates, separated.
We’ll meet again in the desert.
In two short hours, the forces of the depression seized me.
At this point, we are standing at our feet, humbled by him, as if the depression was just passing by.
“Why would the General want to be imprisoned?”
I was carrying the medicine of the wounds, and I was taking a bath outside, naked, and all the wounds were shocking.
He sat down and I gave him the medicine on his back.
“They have proof, and I have no power to refute it, so they stay in prison for a few days. I’m sorry.
The plumb of depression said why he rebelled.
His strong lieutenant turned to the Prince, falsified his guilt, and after reading it, he found it well done and boasted of progress.
And why didn’t the court kill him?
He downplayed it. When he raised soldiers he was vegetarian?
We said: “Blessed shall be the general’s blessing.” I’m sorry.
He was dressed and looked at me.
“So you are one of the blessed.” I’m sorry.
I’m laughing.
“To General’s blessing. I’m sorry.
He smiled without saying anything, leaning on his bed.
I stopped by the bed and took off my coat.
“General, let me sleep outside and take care of you at night. I’m sorry.
After I had said it, he had drawn surprises in his eyes, and his ears had red red red, but he recovered as usual.
“You’re the most interesting woman I’ve ever seen. I’m sorry.
I spread my hair, I took the light and left it by the bedside.
“Where’s the fun? Under the light, I asked him.
He smiled without saying.
“I gave myself to save my family. Now the general has done it, and I keep my promise. I’m sorry.
I was blindfolded, my fingers were hanging and my heart was so scared.
I had fantasies about my wedding, candles floating and soft…
It was never anticipated, however, that the trade would take place after the break-up of the home and in this old station.
“You’re a true believer. “Stifling looks at me with my cheeks, but I also ask. I’m sorry.
I took a deep breath and sat down on the bedside, suggesting he asked.
“What are you gonna do after this night? I’m sorry.
I looked up at him, wrinkled my head.
What do you mean? “Does the general want a dehydration?”
“I think Miss Clouds is asking for a dew. “The recession seems to be a little bit of a displeasure to me.
I looked at him wrongly.
“Tell me later, what are your plans? “The twilight of the depression swept my collarbone and stopped for a second and moved the sight to the candlefire.
The candle went off and went out.
The room is dark. Only we breathe in close proximity.
And We whispered: “My brother, they sent them to the north, and I wanted to save them. Save your family’s life, then plan. I’m sorry.
And suddenly he sat up straight near to me.
He asked me.
“Slowly, we’ll get back to Beijing. “I grabbed the sheets, I stood behind him, and I could feel him aggressive even if I couldn’t see him.
This man, like a beast.
Not like all the men I’ve seen.
“And then?” He leaned forward.
“If you’re alive, live your life.” * I can’t hold on, my arms are shaking *
And suddenly, when the back was loose, he grabbed me and took me right, and he said, “That’s a lot of crap. I’m sorry.
I don’t know why. You didn’t ask me?
He turned back and slept behind my back, and said, “I sent a man to send a soft bed, and later you fell asleep.” I’m sorry.
“The General is sure?”
“You think I’m really into you?” * He’s been staring at me. *
I never knew that someone’s eyes would be so bright at night.
Dissatisfaction and sarcasm are so obvious in the eyes.
“I said you were ugly. Your beauty trick was useless to me. * Saying nothing, turning over the covers, turning away from me *
This guy!
I was just going to talk, knocking on the door, and I was going to send a soft bed and a couch, and I was going to rest on it.
And the garments lie down, and there is no dream.
The next day, the carriage was switched, and although it was traced, the depression always managed to avoid it.
I’m still wondering why Shaw is not happy.
When I opened the curtains and took a look outside, seven or eight children were playing in the field, and I made him wonder, “Do the general like the children?” I’m sorry.
He looked at me with his eyes closed, and suddenly looked at me, and he had a smile on his mouth.
It’s a strange laugh. When I get to the north, I understand what it means.
The horses stopped, and seven or eight children came out of the street, and there were men and women surrounded by depression.
“Dad and Dad are back.” I’m sorry.
There’s another one who’s scrambling, and he’s calling out to his dad.
He slips his steps into my arms and tells the children, “Call on your mother! I’m sorry.
The boy grabbed me by the neck and softly kissed me in the face.
He cried out at me with his teeth on his face.
“Mother.” I’m sorry.
Six.
I looked down and suggested he gave me a reasonable explanation.
After all, anyone who’s had seven or eight more children chasing after their mother would be surprised.
The depression touched the head of the child and said to me in a provocative manner: “In your future plans, I’m afraid there will be a few more children.” I’m sorry.
He said he’d run away and grow up.
How can he be proud?
I thought of him as the reason for his discomfort.
I took the biggest boy, “Can you tell me what’s going on? I’m sorry.
“Hello, madame. “Our parents are dead, and the general has placed us in one place, under his care.” I’m sorry.
“We are not the children of a general. I’m sorry.
Same as I thought.
“Where the general lives, show me the way. I’m sorry.
I stayed in a depressed yard, but he didn’t come home for a month.
Because General Wang and Cai were sent by the court six months ago, they took over the power of the desert north.
Shaw’s got a lot to solve.
I didn’t bother him, and my mom and I sorted out the house, waiting for the brothers, and looking for something to do.
It’s bigger than I thought.
Soldiers are soldiers in combat and civilians in idle time. It’s a wasteland, and it’s very good.
“Nun North is not yellow, not like the rumor. “My sister choked on a puddle of wheat and chewed it in her mouth, and then she showed a surprise.
“Slurry, sweet. I’m sorry.
“Really? I’ll taste it. I’m sorry.
All this is new to us.
We have fallen from the clouds of the raisins in the mud, but it is good that none of us is proud and that the new environment and identity are quickly adapted.
“Let’s open a school. I said to my sister, “There are only two men here, old and weak, and they don’t care. I’m sorry.
Yun Dynasty’s daughter, who can’t speak well about poetry, has taught more than enough children.
Above all, we need to do something that is human.
Big sister noded, “I’ll listen to my sister. I’m sorry.
The school is set up. At first, it was difficult, after all, because we were unknown and women, and it was inevitable that some people felt we were useless and had children killed.
So I stood in the street and took the poem from morning to noon.
Many listen.
Some people think I am popular, but they hear me for two days, and they know my heart.
Five days later, my new school opened with my sister and her husband.
At one point, the children were brought in by the innocent people of the city of Norte.
I also picked up my doctor’s book, and I saw herbs in a soup song.
It turns to May.
My uncle and brother-in-law arrived and entered the barracks.
The letter from Xiaoshan says everyone is alive.
When the last stone landed in my heart, I devoted myself more to teaching and studying medicine, and I also attended military medicine and practiced medicine.
Snow began to snow in Inhoku in September, and in the morning the door was pushed and a foot of snow was pouring in the courtyard.
Turning back, in a black robe, he was leaning his arms against the yard door and looking at me like a smile.
I laughed.
“Did you just arrive?”
It was a shock to get into his yard.
“It used to be too simple. I used the house you gave me to put in some furniture. I’m sorry.
I took the plum bottles in the flowers, and the depression took them back and he looked at me and said, “It’s good to be a home.” I’m sorry.
I’ll go get him some tea.
He’s looking at my hand. “Mr. and Doctor. Which of you?” I’m sorry.
I rubbed my rough hands and looked at him with my eyelids, and I said, “The third name, why did the general turn away?” I’m sorry.
“What? * He’s holding a cup of tea in his hand *
“A General’s wife. I sat down and looked at him with my cheek, “That’s my favorite, that’s what I call it. I’m sorry.
When he looked in his eyes, he held me in his lap and choked my waist and asked me, “Do you like it?” I’m sorry.
When he said that, he looked like a beast, locked me up and my heart jumped a few times.
Shake your hands on his shoulder.
He hasn’t been back for six months, and I need to take this opportunity.
“Of course!” I say.
He took a look at my hand on his shoulder and looked to my eyes, and the seriousness and the promise of his face faded.
Instead, it is a weakness.
What did I just do to make him look at me like that?
And when I was cast, he pushed me away from the earth: “Tell me that you have great power, and I give you the women and children of the city.” I’m sorry.
“However, you’ve gathered all your men to fight against the north of the city. I’m sorry.
He’s going.
I’m in a bad mood, and I’m holding the door around my waist, “You, get it out of here.” I’m sorry.
7
I watched him provocatively.
Shaw held his arms and held me in my arms and said, “Don’t pretend to be an ignorant little girl. I’m sorry.
I’ll put my hands down with my waist on.
“What else have you done in six months? He asked me.
I stopped. I couldn’t stop smiling.
“What Chamber of Commerce, you’re trying to force me to open up the town? And suddenly he grabbed my jaw and squeezed his eyes, and said, “What have you done behind my back?” I’m sorry.
I was forced to look up at him.
“Accompanyed with the bastard? When you use a man to cause trouble, and you use me to cause trouble, you can go back to the Prince with the wind? I’m sorry.
A word from Shaw.
His words were far too disappointed, and I was soft, trying to calm him down.
He interrupts me and remains aggressive.
“You said you liked the position of the General’s wife. “Or is it a false snake who never wanted to give his heart, just to use me? I’m sorry.
The atmosphere condensed into ice.
He pointed at me and said, “Good plan, good daughter of Yun Shen. I’m sorry.
Come on, he’s gone.
I looked at his back, and I looked down.
What he meant was that Yunshen was a traitor, and I was his daughter and, naturally, a traitor.
I looked at my rough hands.
Teaching and practicing are the best for the people!
I wanted to open the city, but Shaw wouldn’t.
As a result of the depression, he was too afraid to enter.
But I needed a broccoli, so I went through the Chamber of Commerce.
The Emperor and the Prince have been sitting in peace for too long, so long that they have forgotten the threat and brutality of the savages. They’re singing and dancing, and they’re going to jail.
They thought that they would continue to sing at night without a depression.
Naughty!
And as for my father, I know it.
He is only a knife in the hands of the Prince, so that it can be provided with natural resources and so that when accountability is done, it is the fault of the knife.
I want the Prince to understand that the knife will reverse.
I’ll put it in his mouth at any cost.
Let him swallow!
As for the depression, I’m still not sure why he would take me back to the desert with him.
But the result is what I want.
I have not seen him for six months, but I can see that the whole of the desert is calm and peaceful under his governance.
The heart of the son of the depression was devoted to the people of Inn North.
He was strong enough to be fearless and disobedient to be associated with a foreign country.
And I have nothing to offer, so I’ll do whatever it takes.
Suddenly the door was pushed, and I thought it was a depression, but she came in with a bag of apples and dates.
“The General gave it to me. The General is so good. I’m sorry.
She bit the dates and handed me another one. “My mother says the commerce in Inbei is blocked, and these fruits are more precious than gold. I’m sorry.
My heart, like a needle.
“My mother left the general for dinner, and he said he was leaving. My little sister mysteriously asked me, “Did you fight? I’m sorry.
I nodded my head, and I said, I’m sorry.
“That must be my fault.” I’m sorry.
I pinched her face, and I said, “He started the fight. Why am I wrong? I’m sorry.
“I heard you whispering to my mother. She said she didn’t want to sit in the position of the General’s wife. I’m sorry.
I rubbed my eyebrow, “What else? I’m sorry.
“The aunt also said that you were wise to the general and were misinformed to see that he was using a pretty figure. The general is 25 years old, and if he’s the one who cares, he’ll be married in a pack. I’m sorry.
I’m covering my sister’s mouth.
“You go to school. No listening to adults. I’m sorry.
She’s carrying all the fruit again because I bullied her general.
I hold only one date, I laugh.
“Sister. Big sister came in, “You’ve been approached by Joe’s footbroker at the intersection. I’m sorry.
I threw the dates to my sister and took the cape in haste.
“Sister, why did you buy the extra fur? The general can get better. My sister asked me.
“I’d like to make a big tweezer for the general. I’m staring at my sister, “Secure me.” I’m sorry.
She noded her head and said, “Why not? Barracuda stuff stinks. I’m sorry.
8
Jomin was also a traveler I knew when I was standing in the street for school.
He’s 27 years old, he’s a father, he’s in business.
The sale is not small, but it is a blood-licking business.
After last year’s slump was locked up, the savages moved a few times.
On one occasion, he and his brother were collecting skins from the herdsmen ‘ s home.
He killed his brother on the spot when he saw him as a Han, and he died, but he broke his leg and became a cripple.
I was standing at the corner with Jomin, and I was picking up the skin of his car and actually talking to him.
“What’s up?”
“The chief of the Bronco said you killed General Xiao, and he lent you his soldiers. I’m sorry.
“I know. * I’ve changed my skin calmly * I’m sorry.
Jomin also stuffed the letter into the skin and handed it to me. “Madam, this skin is for the general. I’m sorry.
“Thanks a lot. “I held my skin and asked him how much.
Jomin couldn’t help but ask me: “Is it true that Madame is going to kill the general?” I’m sorry.
“A glass of poison. No need to worry about me! “Did my letter come out? I’m sorry.
Jomin’s face was a little stunned and noded after silence: “But will Song Iwa write back?” He’s your enemy. I’m sorry.
I gave him the money. That’s what Shaw gave me for home.
For six months, he brought me a hundred taels every month.
No, I’m not. I’m fine.
“No hatred, no profit. “I do.”
Jomin also wants to be rich in the enemy and to fulfill his father’s and brother’s wishes.
How can we be rich? He doesn’t know I don’t know, but we can work together.
He’s gambling, I’m gambling.
He said we were like rats in a ditch, evil and dirty.
I said don’t be afraid, and when it’s done, we’ll pay for an archeologist’s pen, and Jomin said it’s a good idea.
I went back to read the letter written by the head of the Bronze.
It’s ugly, but it’s true.
I looked at the words on them, and I looked at them, and I looked at them, and I turned over another piece of chicken blood, and I carved a chapter.
Ten days later, Song Iwai’s reply arrived.
He replied to me and said he could help me get back to Kyoto and give me a new identity and let me be his concubine.
Song Iwai’s is better-looking, better-than abrasive.
I know his writing, but it’s a shame I didn’t have time to take one.
Two days later, I wrote back, and found Jo Min Yeh, and “help me deliver it to the leader, and I’ll write anything you want.” I’m sorry.
Jomin was supposed to be leaving immediately.
The letter was simple, and I promised to kill Xiaoshan and ask him how many troops he could borrow. He was also told that the Tsar Ma had attacked Nunbe at the beginning of October and asked for his first three troops.
Four days later, Jomin returned with a letter.
The next day I wrote back to Song Iwai.
I’m not looking for Jominya this time, but I’m going to the post station with my letter.
As the postman left town on horseback, I stood at the intersection and personally watched him leave.
When I got home, I bought half a pound of wine and some meat.
Just packed up, the Shaw pushed in, and the sight turned on my sewn fur.
“Who made it?” He sat down at the table with a bowl of chopsticks on it. I’m sorry.
He was a servant of dust, and his face was slit by cold wind.
You’ve lost a lot of weight. The only eyes you can see.
I’ll lift the clothes. “General, try it? I’m sorry.
Barely tried, right in size.
“I’ll just order three more buttons. I’m sorry.
We helped him take off his clothes, but he touched his clothes, and he said, “No hurry. Let me wear it first. I’m sorry.
I’m supposed to be pointing at the table, “No, no, no, no, no, no, no. I’m sorry.
I pour him wine.
The glass of wine, with his fingers standing on the table, and he looked at me with his eyes red.
“What’s wrong? I asked him, “Are you too tired?” I’m sorry.
“It’s nothing. It smells like wine. It’s just that I got a home. *And he asked me, “Do I really? I’m sorry.
I nod my head.
“It’s for the general. I laughed, “The last general was angry, and I took this drink as my apology. I’m sorry.
He had a glass on his fingertips, and suddenly he looked up and put the wine down his throat!
Look at me again.
“Smelt the scent, drink and slit your throat! He left his glass on the table, staring me in the face, “It’s Shaw’s bad eye. I’m sorry.
9
The depression is unstable.
I grabbed his hand.
“I have come to the north of the country for six months, and the general has not gone out with me. I’m sorry.
His palms were thick and warm, his hands had thin cocoons and a scar.
I scratched that scar and I smiled at him.
He’s confused.
We first went out together.
It’s a nice day.
I stopped in front of the old man who sold the wine and laughed, “My general says you have excellent wine.” I’m sorry.
I gave him half a pound to Xiao Qi.
The depression paid for a bottle of wine and looked through our hand and looked at me.
The people rounded him up and asked him what he would do if he came to the court.
Militia in the city can fight.
He said, suddenly, my hand was squeezed.
Ooh!
He spilled a sip of blood.
And then you stare at me and you fall on the ground.
When the streets were quiet, the wind stopped.
Then, the streets were rumbling.
Crying.
I was crouched by him, still holding my hand, and he didn’t close his eyes and looked at me with integrity.
On the 27th of September, the depression was highly toxic, and the pharmacological treatment continued with only one breath.
The street is full of witnesses.
Shaw was taken to the barracks.
I sat at the table at night and my mother pointed at me, “You’re just like your father, you’re short-sighted!” I’m sorry.
When my father went to the Crown Prince, my mother objected.
“You don’t understand these things. I’ll figure it out. I’m with my bitch.
My mother fell down in a chair because my father had said that to her, and her daughter used that to come back to her years later.
“You can do it, but you can’t do it. It’s a depression. I’m a bitch.
I didn’t say anything.
“Waste! My mother went out, “You’ve been scolded for generations. I don’t care. I don’t care. I’m sorry.
September 29, the depression didn’t wake up.
While it is urgent and undisturbed, that is the capacity to go down, he is dead and can’t go north.
At the beginning of October, the Tsars moved to the north of the country, where they were greatly encouraged by the death of the depression.
But the gates of the north and south of the desert are closed and they refuse to fight.
At the beginning of October, the Bronco arrived and 3,000 men attacked the North Gate.
But the north gate closed and refused to fight.
The north of the desert is surrounded, and there’s trouble inside.
Jomin sat with me in the yard for tea and asked me, “Madam, what’s next?” I’m sorry.
“Don’t know. “Does the Chamber of Commerce have enough charcoal?” I asked.
“Foot!” We were ready when the court closed the business. I’m sorry.
I nod my head.
Jomin was also walking in the yard, with his lame legs high and low, and reminded me of Song Iwai’s top training, and he asked me to help him.
He’s got leg troubles on top of the summit, and he walks high and low.
I didn’t agree, but Song Iwai begged me.
Song Iwai was the most handsome man ever.
My eyes are red and soft.
I want to see him beg!
At the beginning of October, Desert North became a tumble.
The first day of siege by both armies.
I got a letter from Barnett, and I’ll find a way to open the north gate.
I’ll burn the letter.
On the tenth day that Hokkai became a cylindrical, a letter from Song Iwai arrived, in which he sent me out of town and he escorted me back to Kyoto.
I’ll burn the letter.
On the fifteenth day that Hokkai became a cylindrical, information came to light that Song Iwai had been jailed for collaborating with his enemies.
The charges and evidence were letters of collusion between him and the Bronco.
Of course, I wrote the letter. There are so many scouts in the city that I can’t keep my word from anyone in the capital.
The court is indifferent to the north, and any means of doing it can be used, but only in collusion with the savages.
Things are different in nature.
It is not an inexplicable collaboration between the savages and the soldiers of the court.
On the seventeenth day that Indhohoi became a guillotine, Song Iwai asked for my letter.
I wrote him back and told him to wait for me to return to Kyoto.
The good news of the day has been that the harlots have had to retreat and the princes have been confined in the city.
Song Il is the prince’s strength.
And it is the Crown Prince who is in charge of the attack.
His Majesty is only 48, will he guess that his son wants to inherit the Great Lord in advance?
10
October 22nd.
I’m out of town with Jominya’s help.
I left my car for a horse and drove all the way to Kyoto.
Before I left, I left a letter and a prescription.
Long letters:
“I think that General Naho, the servant of the children of Israel, is in his debt to the general.
It was my luck, even my people, to follow the general to the north.
Innocence is the future home of the General, and even more so of the Yun clan, who is asked to take a look.
As for my father’s and the general’s revenge, I’ll take it.
The general laughs when he reads the letter, right? I’m a woman, how can I be so breathless.
I’ve read a story book.
When one of the warriors had a sword of her son, who fought the life and death of the enemy, he was deliberately picked by the enemy, and when the enemy thought it was a good victory, his sword appeared, and every one of them showed up.
My father was the female knife, and I was the son knife.
Please believe me, General. I’m sorry.
On October 29, I arrived in the capital.
We have described the seven days of the gushing.
I went to the cell, and this time I was standing outside the wooden fence, where Song Il was, and he saw me, and he was so excited.
Song’s mother begged me, “My Lady, won’t be easy today. He did nothing.
“You must explain to His Majesty that you wrote the letters. You’re a woman, you’re a sinner, you’re in debt.
“If you can keep Won-an, you’ll get your own good. I’m sorry.
I look at Song Il, “Why didn’t Lord Song ask?” I’m sorry.
That’s what Song Iwai said to me.
And he fell down on his knees, and his eyes were red, and I prayed with mercy.
“Ah-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha! I’m sorry.
“That’s a very nice thing for Lord Song. I’m sitting in front of him. I’m sorry.
Song Iwai looked at me.
One hour later, I saw His Majesty in the study.
For 28 years, His Majesty has been a pristine man.
He asked me, “You have the guts to come back, and you must be prepared. Say, I will listen.” I’m sorry.
I should be.
“And when We led him in prison, and We seduced him, and led him to be with me, so he took me out of prison and fled to the north.” I’m sorry.
The Emperor is not surprised because he must have checked the matter.
“But I’m not happy. It’s Lord Song and I who are dear. I’m sorry.
Holy scorn.
“Is it you who did this?” The Emperor asked.
I should be.
“Is it Song Il that you conspired with the savage?” The Emperor asked me.
And We hastened to deny: No, no. I did it all. I’m sorry.
The Emperor threw the intercepted letter in my face, and he said, “What is it that a woman in your district does to kill a violent man? I’m sorry.
The letters, which I put together, were personally sent to the post office and were taken away from the road, as I had anticipated.
And We swooped, and said, “It was indeed the sinner who did it, and it had nothing to do with Lord Song, ask His Majesty to see.” I’m sorry.
I describe it as a drowsy, teary, like an incompetent, stupid woman to blame for her husband.
“Shut up! The wise man of the cloud gave birth to such a foolish daughter. “You’re in the middle of a war, you really don’t know? I’m sorry.
I looked at His Majesty in the wrong eyes.
“Why does the Emperor think that the Brethren is in collusion with the Brethren?” I’m sorry.
The crime of conspiring with a foreign state and collaborating with a foreign state is the offence of serving a prison sentence.
The evidence was given by his deputy.
“Death” by Shaw.
“You go back to Kyoto and prove Song Iwai innocent. Do you know what you’ve done? I’m sorry.
I nod my head. “The sinner, the sinner. I’m sorry.
The Emperor was staring at me, “What did he promise you to die for him? I’m sorry.
“It’s not for him, it’s just the truth. I’m sorry.
The Emperor smiled with contempt, and said, “Did Song Iwam not want you to get away with this? I’m sorry.
I’m not thinking.
“Where did he get his confidence? “He’s a prisoner. I’ll let you die. Who can save you? I’m sorry.
I’m still leaning on my head, not refuting it, not panicking.
The Emperor immediately understood that my ancestor was not from Song Iwa, but the Prince.
I can’t just say Prince, I have no direct contact with him. All I have to do is kill Song lwa.
The other Emperor himself will have answers.
The Emperor was so angry, he came a few steps, he grabbed my neck.
He lost all his manners. “I ask you, whose world is this?” I’m sorry.
And We went into confusion and said: Yes, of the Emperor and of the Prince. I’m sorry.
It’s true that a man dies!
Eleven.
I was hit with 30 scepters.
He was held in a cell he used to live in.
I was beaten not because I gave Song Iwai the “pity” but because I fell out of my sleeve with a dagger.
His Majesty asked me why I stabbed him.
I’m not talking.
Sometimes suspicions are more profound than facts.
What would the Emperor guess? His son couldn’t wait to kill him by killing his fiancée, who was so stupid that he could die.
The Prince can’t wait to think of him dead.
This 30-yard staff is worth it.
I was lying there with Song Iwa, and I laughed with him, and he called my name with a cry.
I didn’t pay attention to him. I was waiting.
Two days later, in the middle of the night, the guards were discussing the Emperor’s reprimand of the country’s uncle.
The next day, Princess Liu Xiao Yi, she said it was the Queen’s fault. The Emperor slapped the Queen and said she was a drug addict!
This is the beginning.
I’m strong. The old guards fed me water and whispered, “Why did you come back to die for Lord Song while the lady was gone?” I’m sorry.
“Thank you. “I laughed with him.
“My lady is a good man. The prison guards are whispering.
People in the capital think I killed Xiaoshan and now call me more than my father.
“I’m not a good person. I don’t want to be a good person. “I do.”
What did he get?
Did he hurt when he crossed the cathedral?
Sitting here for six months, is he cold?
I’m cold!
I had a fever and the prison guards told me that the Emperor had abolished the Prince.
“What’s the first day?”
“Sixty. I’m sorry.
Seven days! Your Majesty is more anxious than I thought.
I sat up and looked at Song Yan.
Song Iwak was staring at me and asked me one word: “You set it all up, didn’t you? I’m sorry.
“Or else, does Master Song really feel like he’s so popular that I can’t forget? “I’m sarcastic.
SONG MOM SONG scolded me like a bitch and told me I was just like my father.
Song Iwa’s fury burned, “You killed Shaw, you killed me and you killed the Crown Prince. You’re as shameless as your father. I’m sorry.
I touched the twirling hair.
“You’re too rough. The means to act are black and white, but the results are not. I’m sorry.
Song lwa looks at me like a fool.
“My father is a traitor.” In the 15 years of the court, which one of the Emperor’s achievements is half that of my father?
“A dutiful dynasty, and unfaithful, is nothing but a folly, like the holy.
“My father’s sword is in the wrong hands, so what? His ambition, when he passed his title, was fully achieved. I’m sorry.
I’m sung lwa.
“My father is dead. Can you replace him? Song Iwai, you’re worse than my father’s ants! I’m sorry.
A mediocre monarch, an incompetent prince who kills a man who is in the way of government, is afraid of being scolded and has to borrow the hand of a man who can be expected not to be wiser than his father.
I sat down where I sat.
The door of the cell was opened, Song Il was chained to his neck, exactly the same as the day I entered.
“You’ll die too, you bitch. I’m sorry.
I laughed and waved with him.
Song Iwai fell on a wooden fence and he was scared. “You said you’d help me for the rest of your life. I’m sorry.
“Do you deserve?” I asked him.
Song Iwak was dragged out, and he looked desperate, and I loved it.
I’m tired, my back is sore, I have to lie down again, but it’s fun to see Song’s mother on the floor.
That day Song Iwai was decapitated and my father died there six months ago.
There is always a choice. My choice is to keep my people alive, to avenge my father’s death, and to not tarnish the name of the depression.
People need him.
12
From now on, scolding me will become Song’s faith in survival.
“The Prince is the Prince. He’s the Holy Elder.
“When His Majesty gets better, the Crown Prince will be his.
“As soon as you’re a bitch! I’m sorry.
Song has some reason.
No choice. I’ll keep an eye on the only one who’s gonna die?
The Queen killed eight princes under the Crown Prince, in every way.
But if there are two princes in the palace, Seven-year-old king and three-year-old 11-year-old son.
So I’m waiting!
Soon.
How fast?
When Song was tired and fell asleep, someone came into my room, and he was in a black hood, lying in front of me.
“Is Miss Yun Da waiting for me? I’m sorry.
Hello, Uncle. * I’m wearing my dry lips * I’m sorry.
The man on the other side is the brother of the Emperor’s uncle Zhang Gui.
Of course he’s not the uncle, but his dream must be the uncle.
He smiled, and the wrinkles went deeper. “Did you really poison her? I’m sorry.
“No way. I touched the horn, and said, “He is my husband. No woman in this world kills a husband.” I’m sorry.
He smiled and noded, and said, “It’s impossible to do this stupid thing that Yun-shin has planted and sent to be the queen’s daughter. I’m sorry.
I nod my head.
“But how did I hear that Shaw and you didn’t have a room? I’m sorry.
“What’s the uncle doing here? I don’t answer the question.
I’m sorry, but I’m sorry. I’m sorry.
I shake my head.
“I’m not asking you?”
He went back down, down his voice, “Someone will take you out of here tomorrow night, but clouds–“
“Hmm? I looked at him.
“I save you, and you’re going to let the Siu Gang rule.” I’m sorry.
“I’m going to die and I’m going to die. I’m suffocating and I’m closing my eyes again, “Don’t you have to work hard. I’m sorry.
Passive bets on people’s feelings for me, this stupid thing I wouldn’t do.
Besides, I’m sure you’ll save me.
He can’t hold me back, he’ll send me to the palace to help his sister.
When I became a princess, even if the Crown Prince came back, I was the first to take charge, and then became the king.
Indeed, the loyalist grinded his teeth and whispered: “Someone will come and take you tomorrow night.” I’m sorry.
I showed my gratitude, “That poor uncle of mine. I’m sorry.
And he was dissatisfied with my attitude, but he was not able to argue now, but was repulsive.
On the second night, I left the cell, the city of the night was no different from six months ago, snowed and barked several times around.
A kung fu bitch behind my back.
I opened my eyes and looked at the night.
It’s good to be alive!
And a snowflake fell on my back, not until it melted, and suddenly a storm came and I was thrown into the middle of the sky, like the snowflake, into a warm embrace.
He held me steady.
I laughed.
And I was wrapped in a warm, big-breathed pocket, tied to my chest, and attached to it like the female knife.
I moved, but he shot me, “You’re heavy, I can’t move. I’m sorry.
“Hmm. I got him.
Ziu Qin was forced to go to the Prince’s house.
Guards of the Crown Prince’s palace are in vain.
Once again, it proves that the depression is by no means just an indifferent north, but that he is already in the capital with his hands and eyes.
We went into the Prince’s bedroom.
Bao gave his sword to him and said: “I see, do it!” I’m sorry.
The sword buzzed in his hand and he was shaking.
I couldn’t wait to say, “Uncle, if you don’t kill us, you’ll never get another chance.” I’m sorry.
“General, Uncle is afraid. Let’s go. I’m sorry.
“I see. Let’s go. “Shaw hugged me and turned away.
Wait! “The prince’s face was covered with a pillow, instead of a dagger in his chest.”
The Prince struggled a few times.
“Obama, I’m on my way with the General and you’ll be home early to rest. I remind Shaw, “General, don’t forget the sword. I’m sorry.
Quietly. Hold me tight.
Did Shaw come back this night? No!
Shaw didn’t come back, so it wasn’t him who saved me. He didn’t come back and the Prince’s death wouldn’t have anything to do with him.
As for loyal uncle, the Emperor lived a day, and his life and that of the late King was in the hands of the Siam.
It’s not enough to kill the Prince Ben Dynasty.
As for later? Later.
Shaw held me for a quarter of an hour, and he pushed a door, and then my guacamole was unlocked.
The warm wind came up, I pushed the covert thing and saw him.
His face was dark, his eyebrows were so tired, his eyes were cold and he was staring at me.
“My Lady is kind. Who do you think you’ll be next?”
13
“General. I’m sorry.
I laughed, because I felt guilty, and I didn’t know how to face him.
Shaw lifts hands, interrupts my words.
Actually, I don’t know what to say.
I’m glad he came to save me, but I don’t want him to.
At dawn, when the Crown Prince was killed, His Majesty would be furious, and he would take me with him and not be able to get away.
“I just want to ask you, have you counted me since you saw me? I’m sorry.
I shake my head.
“I’m just taking a step. I’m sorry.
And he asked, “Now, what’s next? I’m sorry.
He’s staring at me, talking like he’s not angry.
I’m sulking, shaking, “I didn’t think you’d come. I’m sorry.
“So, your next move was to enter the palace? He asked me, “I’m trying to contain the anger.”
I looked, and I didn’t pick him up.
I do have plans. My family will never be safe by myself.
To enter the palace is the least I can offer, but the greatest gain.
It is only by holding the power to take control of its own destiny.
It’s been a long time since the depression got up, but it’s been a long time. I’m sorry.
“You want to go to the palace, I’ll do it! I’m sorry.
Shaw won’t look at me anymore, and he won’t go back.
I looked at his back, and I sighed.
And the dawn, and the prowl entered, and I sat by his bed waiting for him.
He saw me, he stunned, but the next moment he was stunned.
“Think about it?”
I nod my head.
“You’re going to go to the palace?” When he said that, he got angry.
I waved, “No, I’m going back to the desert.” I’m sorry.
In a slump, the expression changed very quickly and went to the table to pour out a cup of cold tea.
“You don’t want to go where you want to go. I’m sorry.
I nodded to him.
Shaw’s staring at me.
And he was leaving, and We cried out unto him: I need a clean garment, and if I may, I want to bathe. I’m sorry.
He walked and said he knew and left.
The bell is ringing!
The capital must be a mess right now. I have some regrets for him to go and find me clean clothes.
I opened the door quietly and looked out, and then I ran into his eyes, and I was in a hurry to open the door, “Is there any danger in buying clothes?” I’m sorry.
“Don’t you care. He left his clothes and went out again.
After a moment, he put in another bucket of hot water and came in with his wounds.
He didn’t look at me at all.
I took a bath and changed my clothes, I painted my own medicine, and the depression came across the door and asked me, “Are we ready? I’m sorry.
“Now. “I look in the mirror, and my back is torn to pieces, and it is terrible.
Shaw seems not to have left.
I poured a pile of powder on my back, and asked him, “What happened? Is something wrong?”
It’s nothing. He won’t stand outside the door.
He turned his eyes on me and stopped in my powdered hands without talking.
I lay in my room for three days, sometimes awake, but most of them fell asleep, left me like a prison guard.
On the night of the third day, I followed Shaw out of the courtyard, and three horses were parked outside the courtyard, and I took one of them in front of me, but I saw two guards coming.
One of them took away a horse and said to me, “Ma’am, this horse is ours.” I’m sorry.
What am I supposed to ride? I look at the other one.
The depression has turned over, looking down at me, “The situation is urgent, the horses are hard to find, Miss Kuo Yun Da! I’m sorry.
“No, no.” I went and he pulled me on the back.
This was not the first time that I had taken a ride with him, but last time I had no fear and no fear.
Today’s mood is different. ‘Cause I’m not naked in front of him, and of course I shrunk.
He’s mad that I don’t trust him and I poison him. I understand.
He refused to accept my thanks from Israel and returned to the desert, and I found another way to repay him.
“Hold on. *Shaw whispered in my ear * * Falling, I won’t take you * I’m sorry.
I didn’t choke him. I held the saddle by my arm.
The depression apparently took a toll and never spoke to me again.
We left the city silently, and went all the way to the court.
I wanted to ask him several times what happened in the capital these days.
But it’s holding back.
The wind was so cold, I shrunk, the depression stopped and I couldn’t help looking at him.
He picked me up and turned around and sat.
Face him.
I looked at him wrongly.
Hold on tight. He lets me put my arms around his waist, and then he wraps me in his chest with his twilight, “Don’t move, or I’ll throw you down.” I’m sorry.
I want to look up at the look on his face and see nothing.
Only because of the warmth, so that they fall asleep.
14
I fell asleep.
I had a dream in which I saw my father.
My father told me to put it down and choose a husband and a beauty.
I told him that the Crown Prince had died and that he was forced to do it.
My father said that it would be bad for the family if the Emperor was not the king, but instead of the prince.
For us, the death of the Prince is the ultimate consequence.
I said a lot to hold him and cry.
My father asked me if my back hurt?
I choked and said, “It hurts. I didn’t think the scepter was so painful. While I was in prison, the rats smelled blood and jumped on me. I’m sorry.
“Dad, I’m scared. I’m sorry.
How can I not be afraid? I was raised by my father.
I can talk about anything in the world, but I’ve never had a hard time. When I was a kid, I had to shed tears.
But I went to the safe haven, and I could only bear to protect his family.
Whether you’re on your knees or standing up, I want everyone alive!
It’s only possible to live.
The sighs were on top of my head, and I fell in cold water, and a spirit woke up.
Face is the face of a depression.
And We did not show our faces but were near to him, and we breathed in each other.
His five officials look gentle.
Look at him, my heart slipped and my eyelids fell.
The horse stopped at the side of the road and his rough fingers were careful to carry the tears of my cheek.
“What’s the dream, crying so hard? I’m sorry.
I looked away and didn’t talk.
“You talk to me, you talk to me, you lie, you don’t tell me the truth? * * * * I’m in a bad mood *
“I’m not lying to you. I defend myself.
“So you’ve been teasing me? I’m sorry.
I can’t rebut it.
“Not talking? “Stifling for a while, grinding your teeth, “Don’t say no. You have no heart!
He shoved me in the big one and he kept walking.
I couldn’t sit still and had to hold him tight.
The day after the depression, I was searched for a carriage, and four of his men accompanied me.
He lost a sentence before he left: “You want to know where you were wrong, come to me again.” I’m sorry.
I know where I’m wrong, but I don’t know what he means.
When I arrived in Inn North, my mother and aunts cried in my arms.
In the shower, my mother looked at the scar on my back and cried and yelled at my father, and she started scolding me again.
I held my mother’s hand, “It’s over, and we’ll live in the desert.” I’m sorry.
My mother looked at me and said, “You think so much, you’ll live a good life. I’m sorry.
My mother said that Shaw wouldn’t marry me, that she would find my mother-in-law again.
I’m going to mess with her.
After I got hurt, I went to school.
The death of the prince is the last thing I hear. A fire was set that night, and the fire was high. When the prince was lifted, it was ash and no clue was found.
The capital’s got my royal list and he says I’m a traitor.
The soldiers of the court returned from Nun-bei, and His Majesty knew that the depression was still alive, and read an explanation of the situation, saying that he was still in his condition for the time being and that he would return to the capital after recovery.
The Emperor didn’t say yes or no.
He doesn’t want to kill anyone who wants to.
Jomin came to me and asked me if the city was open.
“No, but business can go on. Me and Jo Min-Yo, “This side is so good and good that it can go.” I’m sorry.
People in Indhonor know I’m a cloud.
They don’t care who I am, but instead of calling me General’s wife, they call me Missy.
My lady’s marriage, thanks to my mother’s and my aunt’s efforts, became a major concern for everyone in the desert.
Many young men wait for me outside my school.
I’ll talk a little more when I’m free.
It is strange, however, that these people, without exception, have not made the appointment at any time.
More than a few times, I have to wonder if my face is really as ugly as the depression says.
Jomin’s face is also red: “If Missy is ugly, there won’t be any beautiful women that day. I’m sorry.
I’m crying.
“There’s a new scene tomorrow. Would you like to hear it? He asked me.
“Okay. I’m sorry.
But the next day I went to the theater and Jomine broke his appointment.
After a few days without seeing him, I was by my side and there was no man but my husband.
“Joming also. I saw him when I passed by the wine. I’m sorry.
But then Jomin saw me, and then turned around and ran along the alley.
It’s like I’m a ghost.
“What are you running for? I don’t get it. I’m just going to his house.
He was afraid to come out behind the door and said: “Think of what is wrong with you, then, the one who apologizes or something, and face it with courage!” I’m sorry.
Apologize? I was just about to ask you, Jominy had half a face, left and left and left, and couldn’t close.
“Go to the general, or all the men who touch you will be asked to talk. I’m sorry.
“The general is kind. Don’t be afraid. Don’t run away. He said:
15
I’m standing on the street, all around me, and I’m being greeted.
I smile at them, but I feel strange.
In fact, I still don’t know what that means.
My sister says Shaw is interested in me.
I thought he saved me twice because he liked me.
But when we met, it broke.
He’s cold, and he’s always saying I’m ugly and I’m not being honest.
It’s not like you like someone.
If you don’t like each other, you don’t even have the minimum “show the eye.”
That’s probably like it.
Are you still mad that I poisoned him?
But he’s not like me, he’s a skank man, and he’s got it all out of his mind.
I don’t want to make him sick.
I still teach in the morning, practiced medicine with my master in the afternoon, went to the Chamber of Commerce the next day and had a very rich day.
“Where is he? “I went to school, the kids weren’t there, my sister was tanning, sweating back to me, and the husband said, “Let’s take three days off and go to bed.” I’m sorry.
Leave?
“Why don’t you talk to me? I’m sorry.
The big sister whispered that she only knew.
I had to find Master. But the master, who spent the whole year, is resting today, and the door is locked.
I stayed at the clinic for a moment and went to the Chamber of Commerce.
It’s a coincidence that there’s always a Chamber of Commerce, and today it’s cold and clear, and there’s no one.
I spent three days doing nothing and reading every day in the yard.
It was hard to survive three days, and in the morning I washed in the yard and saw my next aunt sneaking back and forth three times in front of my yard.
I asked her, “What do you want? I’m sorry.
“All right, what can I do for you? I’m sorry.
I kept combing my hair and my aunt said, “Ah, my lady! I’m sorry.
“Hmm? I’m sorry.
“I happen to meet you. You don’t know that, do you? I’m telling you, the general is sick and very sick. I’m sorry.
I’m shocked.
“I’ve got a lot to do. I’ve been busy. “I’m sorry.
I’m going to go to the doctor’s office and I’m going to go to the doctor’s office, and I’m going to go to the doctor’s office.
The old man saw me and said, “My lady, last time the general said that the wine was good and old brought him two more bottles, and you will bring it to him today. I’m sorry.
“If you don’t, it’ll be a bad day. I’m sorry.
I was standing at the corner of the street with wine, and after a quarter of an hour, I had in my hand a green vegetable, a pair of shoes, a string of meat and a sheep.
All must be handed over to the depression today for a strange reason.
I hold something in my hand, rubbing my eyebrow.
Missy, are you going out? An old man parked his carriage in front of me, “I’m going to the barracks to pick up something and give you a ride? I’m sorry.
I nodded, “That’s a problem for you. I’m sorry.
“It should be. I’m sorry.
Half an hour later, I was standing outside the barracks, and this is my first time here.
The camp was thought to be dirty, dust was flying, and cattle and horses were dung.
But in fact, the road was covered with new pebbles, weeds on the side of the road were trimmed at the same high, the spiders on the foot of the house were missing, the web was replaced by a fishing net, and a net of wild flowers was attached.
The road was full of veterans, not even handsome.
I look up at the sun and I’m in the sun.
And when I went outside the camp house, I knocked, and he was lying on his bed against the light, and he saw me flipping over, turning his back on me and coughing, “What are you doing here?” I’m sorry.
“I hear you’re sick. I put things on the table, “What’s wrong? I’m sorry.
I dragged the chair to the bed.
“He can’t die.” I’m sorry.
“Let me see?” I asked him softly.
“Shaw is not lucky. He said:
“General? I was wrong! I sat on his bed and looked at him, “You’re a big man. Forgive me?” I’m sorry.
He hums, “What’s wrong? I’m sorry.
“It is a mistake to think of Israel, but not to give. I’m whispering.
He’s a little stiff, but he’s not talking.
I’ve got more than a dozen words, and he’s still not talking.
“Looks like I’m in love. “I’ll come back to you some other day. I’m sorry.
I just got up and he grabbed my wrist.
He’s holding on, but he’s holding on.
I looked at his hand and whispered, “I’m a little moved by you. But you think I’m ugly and tired of my actions.
“I thought it would be a good man like you to find a woman who likes and appreciates each other, and it would not be a shame to work together.
“I took my clothes off several times and the generals turned black. I’m sorry.
And I suffocated with a few tears and whispered: “I will remain in the desert for the rest of my life, and I do not want to become a laughing stock because I have trouble standing here for the rest of my life.” I’m sorry.
“Who dares laugh at you!” He bites his teeth.
“You! I’m sorry.
“I didn’t. He said, “Don’t look back.”
“You are. I looked at him and started to cry.
He listens to me crying and sits up and pulls me into his arms.
“How can you cry so much? * He’s soft, he’s a little restless *
16
After the bust, push me away.
Cold-faced, like in pain.
But my tears didn’t fall, so I didn’t pretend to cry.
“You woman, I should have known that your words were not credible. I’m sorry.
He’s sulking his face, pointing at tears in my eyes, “Really or fake?” I’m sorry.
“What are the tears for? It can’t be sweat if it’s not tears. I held his hand and looked at him, “Hmm? I’m sorry.
He threw my hand away, walked back and forth and stopped in front of me, “I’m asking if your heart is true or not! I’m sorry.
“Where is the General to me?” I asked him.
“Do you have to ask?” “I’m like a liar? I’m sorry.
I shake my head.
“I mean it, too, and the general should have faith in himself. I’m sorry.
“You’re so good. Who’s the girl? I’m sorry.
He’s a little red in his ears and he’s not comfortable with it.
He ate my shit, so I pinched his face.
When he blinked, the red of his ears quickly dizzled.
I knew he meant it, and I became more confident that I would come to him and save him so many days.
But I can understand how he feels about me.
In his view, I must have acted with no means, so he did not trust me.
Like I cried in front of him, he thought I was using my means, not because I was really sad.
I don’t dispute it. I do.
“Did the general really like me?”
He doesn’t talk, looks elsewhere.
And We do not make it difficult for him to sit down with his hand and tell him my thoughts.
“I’m officially sorry, but I’m not being rude.
“As I said, I have nothing to gain, and to achieve my purpose, I am by all means.
“It was my fault. If you don’t like it, I’ll change it later. I’m sorry.
He looked at me with surprise, red eyes.
“The general is the master of one side, holding the weights. When my father was alive, I married you. And now I’m guilty? I’m sorry.
I looked at his hands and my lips.
“General, I appreciate it, and I do have some thoughts about you. I’m sorry.
He held my hand tight, and his finger was burning, and he was anxious to explain: “You did not wrong, and poisoned me to protect me, and I know in my heart.
“I am not upset with you, but I think you are so smart that everything has your own agenda, and my military power and planning are useless to you.
“At the end of the day, it’s about being incompetent. I’m sorry.
I looked at him with surprise, and my nose was sore, “How can you be incompetent? Nobody in this world can say you’re incompetent. I’m sorry.
Shaw pulled me over and held me in his arms.
He’s sounding like, “You said you were tall, but I don’t think so. If it wasn’t for your family, you wouldn’t have liked me. I’m sorry.
“When I came to Kyoto, I heard that you were a model for her. Chess and Chess are the best in the country’s policy, and they have come to the temple and have a bachelor’s debate. I’m sorry.
He let me go and stare at my face.
“All those who are like you behave with dignity, I fear that you may think me shallow and have nothing to say.” I’m sorry.
He thought so much, and I kept thinking about him.
I’m not sure.
And he said, “You come to the Innocence, and the parents of the child come and tell me how well you taught. The two husbands have spoken to you. I’m sorry.
He helped me with my hair, “Don’t be conceited. I’m sorry.
I nod my head and I’m touched.
A long time later, I thought of a fishing net hanging on the corner, “Do you make people do it?” I’m sorry.
“I’m afraid you think it’s dirty and purposeful. He was a little bit unnatural.
I told you the barracks were so clean, he set them up.
And all that was in the city was his way of drawing me to him.
By the way, I’m in a great mood. And he took his hand back to the city slowly, and walked a long way, but not tired.
And he asked me, from time to time, if he was tired or not.
I did let him carry it. A lot of people saw me on the way and called my wife.
And ask when Shaw will eat our sugar.
“When will you eat sugar? I’m sorry.
“What does the general want?”
“No hurry, I have to prepare. He stops and looks far away, “I’m going to let the world know that the clouds have married me! I’m sorry.
“The clouds used to be a model for the daughter of Kyojung, and a great lady who was respected by all.” I’m sorry.
“Marriage me is the wife of the General, and no one is worthy of fear.” I’m sorry.
I nod my head, say yes.
Shaw.
I marched with my father at the age of 15 and spent 10 years in the sand in battle.
I was raised in the court hall as a loyal general, and the people, with whom I had been a god, had I enjoyed myself. I thought I was the Savior.
It was only after being betrayed by a lieutenant-in-chief for complicity with a foreign country that we realized that no one in this world is indispensable.
In prison, the pain of the biwako is far less than the pain of despair.
It’s not worth it!
It’s not worth me doing my best.
I have broken my appetite and kept myself silent, and I have been able to understand the divulgation and the ways in which people live.
Then one day, when His Highness Yunxian was sinnered, his wife was confined to me.
I know his oldest daughter, who is known to be a woman with a groin.
And when a calamity befalleth us, We think that she, like other women, shall be afraid and weep, and wept for herself.
But when I saw her stunning her fiancé in peace, and she said she was willing to be concubine with her three sisters, I suddenly figured it out.
People do things for a purpose, for money, for fame, for survival.
Stay on target and stay on track.
She said I saved her. She owes me, but she actually saved me.
Buddha said it, and he said it, and I felt it.
Life is short, without being influenced by others ‘ stupidity, to do what they want to do, to insist on what they want to do, but with no difference in results.
What’s wrong with me?
How lucky I am to know her and marry her.
Before the big wedding, I told the world that the wedding papers had been sent to the capital, and I didn’t want to know if the Emperor was angry, but it turned out that his Majesty had sealed his life and sent him to Feng Chongxia!
My wife is a cloud, and when I go down on a day, she is not the daughter of a traitor, nor a sinner.
She is a strange woman who is feared by all men.
Skylight!
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I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
