And even though it is known that this young man, who is in distress before him, will be in power, I will return to him.
And We went with him from youth to power, and watched him raise my sister up as an equal wife, and took the door from my house, and I will not be able to end it.
When I was born again, I watched his back bend, his regret trembled and burned his marriage book.
I wish him all the way up and up.
Miles away, without me.
One.
And I did the same thing as I did in the last life, and I stepped on his hand with my heart as I watched a single boy kneeling in the snow.
The silver beads were made of silver, and they stepped on his frozen hand. His back was thin and straight, and his eyes were drawn from the shoe to my face, as if it were the coldest snow of the night, and he hid himself as a wolf. He was frozen with his lips black, and the snow fell on his young eyebrow, and he was not as angry as he was later, yet he was ashamed of his teeth.
This year, he was 17 years late, left behind, came a thousand miles to come to Kyoto to take his examination, came to my house with his wedding contract, and his parents and brothers took him in with great care, not to mention the marriage contract. Fifteen years ago, I was arrogant enough to marry a man called Hanako, and by his head he kneeled in the snow, a kneel that made him hate me for his life, giving him power over the earth and then copied my home.
He is a young man who remembers nothing but the evil of others, and remembers nothing better. He felt that his house was nothing more than a form of humiliation, and even worse, my contempt for his fiancée. He had his own favorite white moon light, and it was me who played a small, unsatisfied girl, and I fell down on my knees in the past, and then repented, and took my medicine and rushed back, and saw my sister laugh and drug him, and I turned and left.
When he was named for the gold, he asked the Emperor’s permission in the temple that the marriage contract would not be abandoned, and then he married my sister in peace. He didn’t come to pick out my cover on the wedding night and never stepped in.
The enemy captured me and my sister in exchange for 10 boxes of gold and silver. He only sent five boxes, saying that only one wife was enough and even the enemy looked at me without mercy.
These were nothing but two things I did wrong. The first was when I was young and reckless and asked him to kneel when I first saw him, and the second was when I fell in love. How can a story like this get better?
And We sought for him a healer for thousands of miles, and We took his family’s power in order to reach his people, and We were late and mocked by the wind, and we could not profit from it. And I closed my eyes and said, “Yes.” All I have left is one heart, yet it has been corrupted and torn apart, and I have no choice but to take it in and not to be seen.
She showed up in front of me with a big belly, and she came close to me and complained that the Song family treated me like I was in the palm of the beads, but couldn’t help but be proud of her many years of conspiracies, and she said, “Sister, you are nothing.” She fell in front of me, and she put a slap on me, and the baby was premature and it was like him.
And since I married him, he has finally earned what he wished, and has repaid me with all the humiliation he suffered. But he didn’t think it was enough. When my sister-in-law had a little nephew, she was already a great servant, and he took over my house. And We kneeled on his knees, and he sneered with my chin, as he had seen in the snow. I smitten my tongue, but I saw him with his eyes wide open and his hands covered with blood, and he shuddered and held me, and the sarcasm and contempt on his face had not been broken.
He could not have seen me proud, so he used his power to remove my wings from me, and to see me as low as a dog, and surely his heart was pleased. It’s just my life, I can’t help it.
And I have thought many times that if I were to come back again, I would never have been so reckless at first sight, and I would have whispered and laughed, as my sister did, a bit more hypocritical, and would have made him happy, and I would have taken many of the things I sought day and night.
I’ve been thinking a lot, but it’s true, and I stepped on his hand again.
I’m too late for that.
When I was 17 years old, she looked up at me, and there was snow on her eyelashes, and he bit on his teeth and said, “Twenty years ago, 30 years later, Miss Song, I was a poor boy. I’m sorry.
Of course I do. I turned my eyes on him, slowly moving my feet, and took a fresh look at him. This year, he had enough trouble, and the cold sky could not fit a twilight. But it was not for 30 years, and three years, he could climb to the highest place.
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry.
It’s too late, and the snow is flying like flowers. The Qur’an, then, between me and the late, there was never Qur’an, all flying.
“Sorry for getting you down on your knees. I’m not a good person. If you don’t like it, I can come back on my knees. Anyway, it’s my fault I didn’t look down on you. I’m sorry.
I’ve never been able to say anything in my whole life, and I’ve done the wrong thing, and I’ve tortured my whole life, and I’ve often thought that if it hadn’t been for this, I and he might not have been in that field.
“But I’m only 15 years old, we’ve never met before, and you don’t like women like me. I’m sorry.
I couldn’t hear the wind, but the young man on his knees looked up on his head, and his back was straight, staring at me in the dark, and he said, “How do you know that I don’t like you?” I’m sorry.
I lost my mind for a while. How can I not know that it took me many years in my last life to understand this, and I thought that I was too arrogant to make him sick, and that I was a little bit more obstinate, to be his best wife, to take care of the Corporal and to help him in his way, and that he looked at me the same way.
He said, ‘The family of Song has always been hypocritical, but among them are you, the most disgusting of them.’ * I never made him happy * * never except hate *
Who would have thought he’d ask me that when he was 17?
I looked back and looked at the young man kneeling in the snow, reaching out his hand from a warm and churning sleeve on the white fox’s fur, and running through the snow like a flying snow into his face. It’s so cold.
I’ve had a glimpse of the pink horn behind the plume, and it’s just my sister, who’s always been a kid and never won. She was the only one who won me in the last life. I lost my whole life, and the first sight of the carbon in the snow was a good marriage.
It’s probably one of the reasons I hated me so late in my last life.
And I went away from the snow on his shoulder, and he looked at me, and refused to bow down, as if he were waiting for an answer. And I thought about it, and I pointed at the girl over there, and I laughed, “You probably like her. I’m sorry.
He asked, “Who is that?”
I said, “My sister, Song Ying. Her name is very nice, and he built a moon museum for her in the last life.
I had to give them time, and I had to leave, “You don’t have to kneel anymore. I’ll ask myself and my brothers and my parents for their sins, and you don’t have to worry about your reputation. I’ll tell Song to go on, you can stay here and no one will let you go. I’m sorry.
I will leave with my squire, and the snow will pass through it, and the fate of my life will probably end there. And the moment when I and Shem passed behind me, he stretched out his hand to my wrist like he was afraid of getting dirty, and held only a few fingers.
The snow fell on his body, and he looked down and his voice was dumb.
“To be worthy of Miss Song by worshiping one, is it not? I’m sorry.
My handmaiden would have been blinded by the small sleep, and he would have held my hand and yelled for me: “Who is not the son of the king who left the house?” My lady, the moon is more than enough. I’m sorry.
I was used as a jewel by the Song family, and I felt uncomfortable when I came to the house for a long time. The father saw that his future must be great, but told me that he was not a good man. He’s young, he’s suffered too much, he’s not less than I am, and I’m afraid I’ll be married with him. I do not believe, but I say the words.
I held her hands and she leaned back.
I said, “No. I’m sorry.
It’s too late. I keep going.
The snow continues to fall, and I didn’t lie to him. I don’t need to worship anything, and I don’t want to be good.
I want my people to put one of my hearts in place, that’s all.
Two.
It’s not very snowy, and I’m tired of sleeping under the umbrella, but it’s a little late on the road and the one that’s late, and it’s already snowing on my shoulder when I get to my mother’s house. Mother was rushing to give me a warm arm, a silver cuffplace and a hot cow’s milk.
“Is it cold? What if it’s snowy and it’s freezing? “The mother’s voice is a question, but the face is a concern.
“It’s not cold. * And yet my voice was still heard, but I snuffed from my throat, and I rushed to pick up the hot cow’s milk and to block the tears from my eyes.*
I am the master of the Song family this year, and I cannot afford to take a drop of snow. Then a year later, in the winter, I sought medical treatment for the late return of the Shen, and lost my way with my horses, almost freezing to death in the snow, and no one could ask me “The Goose Book, Is it Cold?”
The mother reached out and reworked the twirling hair of my side, saying, “The marriage book of the Shen family, it’s hard to count.” I’ll talk to your father later and I’ll work this out for you. I’m sorry.
The lateness of Shen’s marriage to me was written by his ancestors, but in the days of Shen’s family, there is only one man left behind. At this point, the Song family will always be stripped of their patriarchy and their father will be known for half his life.
“The Goose Book, my mother hopes that you will find a man who is worthy of you, and will live in peace and happiness.” I’m sorry.
I reached out and held my mother’s hand, so warm. I felt my tears coming down, and I bent my lips and laughed.
And I do not want for myself any good man, nor do I desire for peace, but for the peace of Song’s house and for the pain of the former life.
Mother lamented: “This winter is supposed to be a big one, because the matter of the Shen’s child is not going to be easy in the city, and that’s what’s left behind. Your brother went to the military training outside the city early in the morning to practice martial law, so he was angry there. Look at that. I’m sorry.
I held on to the teacup’s hand and opened my eyes and said, “It’s winter. I’m sorry.
I remember, today is winter. This day of my life, something big happened. Today’s holy brother Lubu, who was ordered to leave Kyoto, was ambushed, but he was not dead, and he was crippled. His brother was told that he had come to rescue, that he was not prepared to die, that he had taken half his life, that he had buried his disease, and that he was a young man who could have been in the wind, and that he was in bed for half his life.
This winter of late return, the Song family lived in such a bleak atmosphere. It was a bad cause for people to call me late, and when they came to Song’s parents, the Song’s family suffered.
I put down my cup, closed my eyes, and I kept my eyes closed, and I opened my eyes, and I was laughing, “Mother, I’m going out of town to see my brother, and I’m going to make me something he loved. He’s not happy. I’m going to see him.” I’m sorry.
I used to be at home, and my mother would never let it go, and she looked out at the sky, so that the snow had stopped, but she was like, “In such a cold day…”
My heart was burning, but my mother was still there, so she noded and I got up and walked out.
I don’t take the carriage, it’s too slow. It’s late afternoon. I remember when it was dark and my brother was brought back in blood. It’s too late for that.
I have a horse named Snow-to- Snow, and it’s like snow, and I ride in pursuit of the moon. I sent the best guards to the barracks. And I’m going to catch up. I owe him my life.
The north wind passed in my ear, and I rode the snowflakes over to Kyoto, and I went out of the gate, heading in the direction of Ten Mile. The wind is too cold to stop the pain in the chest, but I am whipping it up.
In his last life, after his illness, the Emperor was only three years old, he became the Regent Regent of Lukbu and Shen was held hostage to the throne, but they did not deal with him. He was crippled by a leg, with a cold face, and he was left with no disrespect. I used to laugh at him in front of him, “The crippled king.”
However, he was the one who killed him and saved my life when Song Ying and I were caught together and sent five boxes of gold and silver.
And We had no opportunity to repay him for his loss, but this time he was able to return his legs to his feet, so that he remained noble and no one laughed at him.
In the cold, the snow came earlier this year, and there were no more pedestrians on the outskirts of the city, and the sky was filled with white eyes. Quick-and-grave, and I was weak, and I licked my lips with a slight smell of blood, which was blown down by the wind, and the bruised face did not know how long it would last. I was in a hurry and I saw Ten Miles in front and a few people resting in the booth. More than ten miles past the place of the thieves.
And the wind thawed, and the silver twirled, and I turned down on my horse, but there was a bell upon me. He’s wearing a purple belt, and he’s wearing a jade around his waist, and he’s engraved with the word “dark.” Long beams, a little bit scattered on the side, and the wind blows. The eyes of the land are well-born, the eyes of the eye are dazzling, and the eyes are long, but now they are a few of them. And the thin lips beneath their nostrils, and a small stream of youth, will not be covered up by this winter.
I’m holding. The abyss that I saw before was dark and cruel, but he was such a proud teenager before he broke his legs.
He looked down at me, and his close friend saw a little girl in the middle of the country, and looked at me, and he looked at the land, and he was astonished, and he said, “The little prince is so popular, we are so out of town, and we have so many beautiful girls. I’m sorry.
And the puddles also carry down their jaws, with their narrow eyes bending, with their lips ticking and laughing at me.
I went back and took a food box from the snow, and I went up a few steps, and I was ashamed: “At the end of the winter, the Prince will not be able to eat the night, and I will give him a gift from the King. ”Speaks the last few words, and two steps forward, and lifts the food box down to the abyss, and stomps on the snow with his feet, slips, quenchs, throws in his arms, and my arms will never reach half.
“Girls are self-respecting” and they look at their loved ones with their eyes open.
Then We whispered with it: “Verily, there are traitors, there are ambushes. I’m sorry.
It is clear to my former generation that even the first to detoxify him, in the end, it helped the surface.
And he took my jaw with his hand, and a cold-skinned sword appeared to slide out of his sleeve and cut my throat, and I looked in his eyes and said again: “I am the daughter of the Song-song nation. Since this is not the way the Prince looked upon me, I should have eaten this bowl for the night, and I would have put it out.” I’m sorry.
I opened the food box, and a fragrance came out, and I ate a white round, “No poison.” I’m sorry.
I bet he believes my father, Sang-go.
It took him a long time for his dark eyes to look at me, to smile, to pick up the food box in my hand, and to be persuaded by the faith, and he waved his hand and laughed, “A little girl without prejudice.” He was very reluctant to eat the first one, but he picked his eyebrow. My cooking was always good.
And the face of the puddle of the earth was so great that it could not be seen in the past. I’m bored and I laugh at my face and say, “I’m sure the Prince ate my night, but I’m not married.”
Before I finished my speech, I saw the abyss strangling, looking at me like I was in a state of panic, and spitting the word “shut your mouth” in a smug manner.
And when he had finished, We took back the food box, and told his brother that he needed to prepare for it, and that he was on his way to it, and We hid it in the core of the night, so that the poison had been removed from the land, and it must have been nothing.
When I fell off my horse, I was called, and I turned back, and the wind was windy, and the water was standing in the pavilion, and the snow was hovering on his feet, he asked, “What’s your name?” I’m sorry.
“Song Goose Book.” My name is Song Goose. I’m sorry.
3
It’s good that the Song’s eldest son was saved. The Emperor, in his fury, ordered that the matter be thoroughly investigated and that the Song family be rewarded after pacifying the land.
My brother and I were angry that one of my daughters was out of Kyoto to risk it. I’m sorry and I’m sorry and I’m sorry. That’s the question. How do I know there’s an ambush on the Ten Milestine?
And We shook our heads and looked down at them, and said: I know not, but I dreamt. I dreamt of you, full of blood. I’m sorry.
Yeah, it would have been nice to have my brother back in blood if I hadn’t put my foot in it, and even the doctor said he was going to be ready for it.
He put his hand out and knocked on my head, “Dumb girl, I’m fine. “I don’t know if I’m writing or not, and I don’t want to be asked.
As His Majesty’s only brother, Mr. Kyoto, was young and young, he was called the Little Lord.
I’ve never seen a man as high as my brother’s, and my brother Song’s Charter has come from nowhere, but he’s exaggerating it, and I can’t hear him. I just heard him come to my brother’s rescue, and he couldn’t take care of me.
I went back to the house for a good nap. When I woke up, the plums were supposed to be open, and I was asked to fold them with me, but on the way I met Song Ying and Zhang.
The two plumes were held in Song Ying’s arms, but his feet fell down on the plume without knowing how to twist them, and his hand was lazy, and he took a little sway from the outside, and Song Ying fell on the ground.
I turned around, and I was yelled at by a puddle with my eyelids, and his eyelids were squeezing and laughing, and I said, “Can’t your handmaiden walk? I’m sorry.
SONG Ying, who was crying and looking down at the abyss, was embarrassed to hear it. The young master was never close to a woman.
And I was not mad at him for being rude and lazy: “Yeah. It’s the way our girls look at young Jun-soo’s kids. “For example, last time I slipped. The abyss opened its eyes, looked at me in a strange way, and was a little bit restless, sneezing over.
As Song Ying went to bed to help Song Ying, and as Song Ying Road passed over me, I turned to her, and said, “Are you not too late?” “It’s just that she didn’t want to help, she didn’t want to do it.” “I look at her eyes, but I find it ironic that when she is late, she kneels before her parents, crying without the intention of saving her, but with a deep heart, asking.
So Song Ying left with a puddle, and did not know how he had come to it, and lifted up his jaw, and asked me: “What is your daughter’s concern when he comes to you on that day and does not say where you will come?” He’s so low-minded that he’s in grave danger of a former regent.
If you want to go, the only reason is Muai is better.
And I said, “I did not admire you except as I said; of course I will help you if you are in trouble.” By the way, how was the New Year’s Eve?
I said it with a heart, but I saw the eyebrows of the puddle with a twilight, and I threw out two words: “It tastes bad.” “Though I think about it, I’m afraid I’ll have a deep relationship with him,” he said, “My king has always been a choreographer. I’m sorry.
I looked down at his legs and looked at them long, not as lame as in my last life. It’s just that it’s a terrible thing to walk around, but it’s a terrible thing to do in the abyss, and he’s so proud. We relieved the air, but heard him whispering, “Thank you. I’m sorry.
And I looked up, and I looked up, and I saw the puddle laughing, and I said, “I’m not going to like you. I’m sorry.
I put up with a nod.
And this is where I should go, and walk through the abyss, and walk a few steps, but I stop by myself, and I stand not far behind, and see my eyes colder than the snow, and I laugh, and my eyes are dark, and I think you really don’t like me, and I don’t think you only like him. I’m sorry.
“Who are you?” I’m sorry.
And he turned his face over me and over the water, and his lips were smitten, and he said, “Son Goose Book, fiancé.” I’m sorry.
“You have a fiancé? I’m sorry.
I look back at the abyss, and the little lord has fallen down, and he looks at me like I’m smiling. “My name’s a bit more gnashing. The snow on his shoulder and the lateness of his return were so tense that he looked at him. And he smiled, and looked at me again, and turned away, and he said that he was going to war.
I’ve rubbed my head sore, I shouldn’t have come out today to pick this plum.
And I was standing in front of him, and I had a headache, and he added a new sentence, and his eye was hidden: “You’re still my wife, and you’re supposed to focus on what you say and what you do, until the wedding is done.” I’m sorry.
I was laughing at the fact that the marriage contract was bound only for women and was not of use to men. He and Song Ying did not do so under our marriage contract. In such a cold day, he wears a thin dress and grinds out his cuffs, so that he will stand alone, and he will be purified.
I said, “Did not the Songs give you a gift? I’m sorry.
She said, “I am staying in Song’s house, and I am not here for the autumn.” My own clothes are no longer embarrassing, nor can I bear such charity. I’m sorry.
I bit my teeth, and the old things came to my head, and I pushed him, “What are you up to? Who has nothing to do with humiliating your dignity? Why do you take yourself so seriously? Is it only because Song Ying has sewn his hands to your hand that you’re happy to say that’s what counts on you? The Song family has never been sorry to you. I’m sorry.
We said, ‘If you feel that you have taken away your heart, it is not for nothing that you owe me.’ I’m sorry.
He was scolded by me, and he was not angry. He put my hand on him, and he put his mouth around him. He looked at me. “Son Goose, you hate me. I’m sorry.
I said no.
I don’t hate him. I hate him. I hate it when I’m so hot and covered in ice. Then he said, “I seized her medicine, and I did not go with her.” I’m sorry.
I waited to understand that he was talking about Song Ying.
He said, “I do not like her, Song Goose Book.” I’m sorry.
And We turned our eyes upon him, and took back our hands, and We shook our heads and said, “This is none of my business.” Marriage always goes away. I’m sorry.
And the more I became different from him, so my white fox and he fell apart, and he laughed as though he had sought shame, and he said, “Okay.” I’m sorry.
4
In the end, the marriage was dropped, and the mother personally gave me the paper, a thin one, which was old and old because of its age, but was kept in good faith, and when Shen came to Kyoto late, she was taken care of.
And I went over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over again.
Sleeping is easier than I can see, and I’m in her eyes, and I’m too late for that. And suddenly she said, “Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh. I’m sorry.
I was surprised, I reached out and a tear fell. And I laughed, “This carbon basin is too big to smoke. I’m sorry.
And when she had taken away the pot, she came back to me and looked at me seriously, and said, “Miss, I don’t know what happened, but when she first met her husband, she didn’t like him, and he was so annoying as he promised to retire. It’s like we had a long life before. People like him, who likes who, about who doesn’t. I’m sorry.
I’m smiling and listening, but I’m feeling a little greasy. How can I not hate it, but now that I am late, I have nothing to do, I have to put up with it. Now that the marriage is over, there is nothing better to do than to cut it off from the start.
As soon as she turned to sleep, she said, “But I see, the little prince is fine. The woman who likes him is going from here to the Golden Hill. I’m sorry.
And I looked up, and I was astonished, and I said, “Why do you want to marry one by one?” “I’m ashamed to hear it.
It’s just that it’s hard to hear about the Song family’s withdrawal and that all those who know about it are going to say “Song’s family” and that the father apologized for his loss, offered a very generous compensation and offered other advantages.
And when he departed We met him on one side.
And I asked: “Where are you going?”
I thought he was impatient with me, but surprisedly answered me: “A house left behind by old friends of my father.” I’m sorry.
I answered his voice and didn’t think of anything more to say to him, and he whispered, “What about the marriage book?” I’m sorry.
I laughed, “Burn it.” I’m sorry.
And when his lips were rent out of the radiant radians, suddenly I asked, and We called him, “Being late.” I’m sorry.
And this was the first time that I had called him, and he was humbled, and I asked: “If thou shouldst marry a woman whom thou lovest, and she will rejoice in thee, and on the night of the newlywed, will thou lift up her head and lift up her veil?” I’m sorry.
It’s a strange question, but it’s a good answer, and she says, “Naturally.” I’m sorry.
I’ve been holding my hands so tight in my sleeve that I feel like I’ve been relieved. “Natural” and “natural” as it should be, but on the wedding night of my last life, when I was so happy, I didn’t even lift my head and finally got the answer from him — just because he married me, not the woman he loved.
I took out the silver in my sleeves and took it out of his hand. I did not pity him, except in a place like this, where he burned the money in Kyoto. If he suffered any more, it would be on my Song’s house. I said, “Take it and my private room will be paid for you, and you will not have to pay back it. You owe me too much, and you do not know. I’m sorry.
He was too slow to understand what he owed me and looked at the pink bag.
And I called him again, “Being late,” and the silver in his hair was blown by the wind, and I whispered, “No one believes in you more than I do, and no one believes in you more than I do, and I am not ashamed of you, except for a thing I have missed before, and can’t repeat it again. It hurts. I’m sorry.
His eyes were opened too late, and the snow and snow covered his horns, and he was young and talented, and I had never seen him look so lost, and there was some panic.
He reached out like he was trying to touch me, and I took a step back and bowed.
“May the king stand up, and there be good men on the side, and there are rich and rich. I’m sorry.
Just have nothing to do with me anymore.
5
It’s so cold this winter, but it’s always boring in Song’s house. And I was born again, and the troubles of the drills were forgotten, and there was a brother and a father in the family, and there was only one daughter to me, and it was as though I had been given back some of my old tempers. How can I be so tired in my last life?
When it warmed up, I went out with a little nap, and in the attic east of the city I ran into two waitresses, the house’s daughter, the clouds and the moon.
They and I never did, and I didn’t feel very good about seeing them, so I saw what they wanted.
I’ve picked them all over, and I’m laughing at their face getting ugly.
My sister was a little restless and said, “Song Goose Book, I thought you were going to stay at home in shame.” I’m sorry.
I wonder, “Oh?”
She can’t help but add: “How can you not be ashamed of the fact that you’ve given up the marriage of Shen’s family after all the news in Kyoto? Well, your reputation is normal. It’s probably bad for no one to marry. I’m sorry.
I was looking at a crown that was not as beautiful as any human being, and I said, “Fear your marriage first. * I didn’t wait for a response, but I saw the two sisters’ faces were a little red, and they managed to manage their hairs, but I looked like they were a little too much of a shame.
And I looked up in their eyes, and on the second floor there was a man in charge, humbled and bowed, with a young man in a purple crown, and they were walking down the stairs. And the puddle was lazy and looked down with its eyes, and it fell on my eyes, as if it had not been seen.
The two sisters are waiting for the young master to dress up so well.
The moon swung forward and was about to say something to him, but heard two words from the abyss: “Noise.” “The moon goes on and you don’t want the jewelry you’ve packed? I’m sorry.
I watched the two sisters as they left, but I heard the abyss turn, and said to me, “You too.” I’m sorry.
I’m holding on and I’m snorting.
“You’re not married.” I’m sorry.
I nod my head. He said more, but he tried to stop, and he answered, and he didn’t know what to say, and his mouth was lit up. His close friend whispered behind his back, which was not so soft, and said that the Song family was deeply attached to the Prince, not only as a gift from the kiosk, but also for his sake.
I was shocked.
And the puddle went down the stairs and went out, and when I was passing by, looked at me, and said, very slowly: “If Miss Song is not married, the King is not to be considered. I’m sorry.
I didn’t think he’d be able to say anything like that, and ask, “Really? I’m sorry.
The young master smiled a little bit, snuggled his lips, “Fake.” I’m sorry.
I was dumb, but I saw him stretching out his hand, and raised up my twilight, and changed my tongue with his heart: “Look at this king’s heart.” I’m sorry.
And We looked him in the eyes, and we saw him laughing in the eyes, as the night was brightened. He went out, and there was snow, scattered and scattered outside, and he was hidden in his black gushing.
I remember that year when my sister and I were caught by an enemy, and it was snow like this, when she sent five boxes of gold and silver in exchange for Song Ying, and the enemy became more greedy and decided to send me back with this worthless piece of money, but she changed her mind to cut off my head on the slope. I mocked the crippled king, but he bowed and shot and killed the enemy.
He was born well and noble, but he was crippled, and everyone called him “The Cold King.” He unmasked the guacamole, but he refused to walk in front of me, standing in a scattered snow, looking at me. My face was splattered with blood, and I couldn’t get my feet up, and when the abyss came, it was difficult and embarrassing to walk, and I was covered in a blizzard, and I reached out with my hand.
I suddenly moved, like a corner collapsed, and something that was not known appeared.
And as the land before him was going out, but turned back as if it had touched him in a sense, it was so dark that it touched the Regent who was strangely and in his memory, that he touched the wind and touched the wind, and he swung his lips, and said, “Don’t look at me. I’m sorry.
Six.
When I returned to my house, I received a pile of jewels from the Treasure Palace, and the top of it was a radiant crown. There’s a note on it, and it’s written by Dragon Fei Feng.
And when I saw it, I did not truly love it, except when I came back from a late journey to the south, when it fell on Song Ying’s hand, and it made me envious.
When I went to see my mother, she happened to talk to me about Song Ying’s marriage. Mothers are always generous, they’re just a little light, they’re always too hard on me. According to my mother, I’m divorced, I can’t get married right away, but Song Ying and I are the same age.
The same is true of the previous life, when the mother had a great deal of heart for Song Ying’s family, and had to go to the Emperor and marry my wife directly, it was a joke.
I’m just saying, “Why don’t you let Song Ying choose for herself, and she won’t appreciate it if she doesn’t get the head.” I’m sorry.
The mother said, “Yeah. I’m sorry.
I came out of the house and met Song Ying so much in my last life, but this life was just a small one. She was so excited to choose her son-in-law that she said, “Have you been late with her?” I’m sorry.
Song Ying looked at me strangely and left his mouth open, and said, “What do I have to do with him? I’m sorry.
I looked at her for a while and I thought about it. But I am a sister who has seen my thoughts clearly, but it is only in the past that I will be late. I have given up my marriage with no love in my life, and now I’m sorry to see that I can’t get into Song Ying’s eyes, from two lovers to a strange way of life.
But I smiled, and the source of all pain was my favorite.
I’m coughing up and I can’t bear to bend over. I had a fever the other night, and my brother was so anxious to get a doctor with a brand. But I’ve been sick for half a winter.
When I was sick, I had dreams, and I was dazzling, and when I was good, I felt like I had forgotten something, but I couldn’t remember. In the middle of the night, when I was awake, I saw someone in front of my bed, but I did not speak, but I carefully fed a pill into my mouth, and the entrance was ready, and it was warm. He reached out and tried to touch my face, and when I moved, he quickly withdrew his hand and said something angry, but I couldn’t hear it.
And when I wake up, on the bed there will be a spring flower on the head, and it will slip. Sleeping gives me a walk when I’m done with my makeup. It’s from the sun and the abyss.
I suddenly wanted to pray for the blessing of the temple outside the city, and my mother was very pleased to accept me, saying that it was my disease that was good and that it was time to seek the help of Buddha. I remember in my whispers a lot of bad things that happened to me, but I woke up in the middle of Song’s hand, and the confused stopped looking, but it was always good to worship Buddha.
The carriage was walking on the pebbles, a Song was hanging around the corner, and the driver suddenly stopped, and put up a curtain for me, frowning back, and said to me, “It’s Shen’s the man.” I’m sorry.
She’s late. I remember, I left his marriage a while ago, but something deeper, like a fog, couldn’t see it. And I snubbed, and I snuck out.
There is a dark cloud, and it is dark, and it is dark, and it’s too late to be covered in a green coat in front of the carriage, and its face is thinner and its eyes are darkening, and it is as though some were lost.
And I am not one of those who opened my eyes and said, “You can stop the carriage, you can’t be afraid to die. I’m sorry.
She said, “I heard that you had been ill for a winter day, but Song’s gate did not let me in, so I stayed outside.” I’m sorry.
I’m kind of weird. “What do you want from me? I’m sorry.
Then he came back late and did not reply. He said, “I had not dreamed much, but I thought it was false at first, but I came to ask you, even though it was absurd. I’m sorry.
And he looked up, and that straight spine fell a little bit, and he said, “This winter, someone should have searched for me, and there should have been more good ink and paper in my case, and she did her best for my science, and she learned a month later, and had a little rabbit on my desk.” I’m sorry.
He’s slow, spitting like pain and sweet.
I’m familiar with these things, but I can’t remember. “There was no such thing as ‘should have’ in the world. I’m sorry.
Who should have done everything for you? Who should have given you a heart?
And I said, “Where is the rabbit?” I’m sorry.
And suddenly his face got ugly, and he took a little breath, like it hurt, like, “Dream me, throw it away. I thought it was humiliating. I’m sorry.
I smiled: “There was such humiliation under the sky. Surely he who you say is most proud. It’s time for you to make way for me. I’m sorry.
And I added one more sentence, looking at his eyes as though they were red, and I was astonished by the joy of his heart, but I opened up a sarcasm and said, “This is what I should have meant, that I will never be able to get, that I will be late, you understand?” I’m sorry.
I don’t know what he’s feeling, but as I wished him the way he had come, I felt that he should be in pain every hour of his coming, but the reason for it was not clear to me, and only Buddha knew it.
7
Peach blossoms are running early in the cold mountains on the outskirts of the city, but there are few fragrances. I kneel down in the temple and look back and see Buddha as mercy. I knew that I had forgotten something that seemed to be important, but at this moment there was no peace of mind, and I did not want to overplay it, and perhaps it was in my heart.
And I was cuddled in prayer, but I felt as though my hair was shaking, and I opened my eyes, and the tip of the plume had just come from me, and he looked down at me, and he was more handsome than he had ever seen before a month.
I was just about to say something, but I saw him do a silent move. I used to hear the Lord didn’t believe in God, but now it’s better.
It was only when I got up and walked out of the country that he was lazy and he held his hand on my face to the left and looked right, “Be more round before I got sick, my medicine was good.” I’m sorry.
I only remembered those who were in my condition, and looked into my eyes, and said, “Your medicine? You stole into my house!”
“What is your wish?” I’m sorry.
I said, “What’s wrong with that?” I’m sorry.
And he smiled, and he looked at me, and he said, “If you tell me, it’s better than telling Buddha. “It’s hard to see the bottom line in words.
I said, “Oh, I make a wish to the Buddha, and the little lord of Kyoto will marry.” I’m sorry.
“Song Goose Book, you want to marry soon? I’m sorry.
And the freckles were squealing with their long tails, and the peach blossoms from outside the temple were red on the ground, which was a path to the hill. I saw the beautiful eyebrows of the landing plume, but I had not yet figured out what it meant, but I heard the sound of a breach, and the puddle swung me in my arms, and I hit me in the air, and he went one step further, and the arrow went empty from where I was standing.
I looked at the eyes of the abyss, the arrows kept resting and the assassins came out with knives.
“Don’t look, hold on.” I’m sorry.
I don’t know how the battle is, but I sweated for the abyss. The more bloody it is, the more we don’t know if it’s an assassin.
When I looked up again, a crowd of people were paralyzed on the ground, and the land of the Buddha was covered with blood, and the abyss was strangling my waist, and I went to the deep of this holy temple, seven times around, and the machine was used to enter the dark room, and a lamp was lit, so that I breathed as I was relieved.
My shoulder was steep, and it was as if the abyss had finally survived. I found his face cold sweating, his lips pale, his abdomen had been stabbed, and his legs were bleeding.
I helped him to find the wall and sat down, he took the medicine from his sleeves, his hands shivered, and I tore a large cloth from his skirt to stop him from bleeding, a little bit of it, before he breathed on the wall and closed his eyes.
When the light strung, and the puddle looked on its head, he suddenly called me “Song Goose Book.” I’m sorry.
And when I looked at him, he said, “Come and have some.” I’m sorry.
I thought he was going to say something, and I didn’t think he was going to get up and wipe his thin lips in my face, and maybe I ran into my lips, and I was standing there, and I saw him go back, because it was so painful, and he smiled with his eyebrow.
He said, “There is a small way out of the back of the Temple, where your maid will be waiting for you, and from there you will go down and be safe.” I’m sorry.
I was just saying that he wanted me to go, and I said, “What about you?” I’m sorry.
He said, “Do not worry about it. I’m sorry.
And I went up and asked again, “What about you?” I’m sorry.
It took me a long time to sigh, but it was soft. “I’ll wait here, Goose Book.” I’m sorry.
“Wait for what?”
He was silent for a long time, but the eye of the dazzling abyss touched him, and he opened his mouth in peace: “The day when ten miles of wait and the court could not find the murderer, and all that I took daily was very cautious. Only before that day did His Majesty and Her Ladyship give a drink which had not been tested, but which was poisoned.” The ambushed thieves were interrogated, they could not take my life, and they also broke one of my legs and made me a crippled prince. In any case, the crippled were never bound to the throne. His Majesty’s body is getting worse and the Prince is young. I’m sorry.
He says it’s still quiet, and it’s like he has nothing to do with life or death, “I’m waiting to see if Mrs. Wen doesn’t want me to live or if my brother wants me dead. If it’s the former, then it’s the latter.
“I’m afraid it’s time for me to break my promise and not meet your wish, Goose Book.” I’m sorry.
He raised his hand and moved for me again, but he didn’t like the way: “It’s so ugly. Next time. I’m sorry.
I reached out and grabbed his hand, and it was warm, and I looked at him, “I’ll wait with you.” I’m sorry.
8
There has recently been a new incident in the capital, one of which is that the mother of the prince is seriously ill, no one is allowed to visit her, and there is a rumour that the wife of the wife has made a big mistake, that her life is in danger, that there is only many speculations, that no one knows the truth; and the other of the lateness and great joy of the Emperor, who asked the Emperor to marry the Emperor for the daughter of the Song-sung, who was not pleased to marry him and the Song-sang daughter, a farce that left the three of them in the streets of the capital to carry on their hatred.
I waited in the dark room for so long for the Emperor’s guards to rescue me. The Emperor really loved his brother and even Wen was worried about ruining the abyss.
When I looked back at the abyss, and saw him without surprise, and looked at me with tender eyes. It took him a long time to look at me, and he lifted up his jaw, and said with determination: “Song Goose Book, in our last life, it must have been in heaven.” I’m sorry.
I can’t remember, but I remember a lame, embarrassing back, straight and lonely back, and I seem to remember when I called him, and he turned back, and he looked cold and pale, and he looked like a wave of light, as if he was expecting something. And I laughed, and I grew up, and I was so proud to say, “The crippled king.”
I went back to God, and I didn’t know why, and the devil asked him, “What if I were married to someone else?” I’m sorry.
Lubu thought about this assumption, but answered me: “I would rather tear down ten temples than destroy one marriage.” “I am sure that I will tear down 100 temples and destroy a marriage.” I’m sorry.
I said, “What if you’re limping and walking in a bad way?” I’m sorry.
He didn’t laugh, but he saw a dark spot. I’m going to ask, “If I happen to laugh at you, I don’t appreciate you?” I’m sorry.
And the puddle whispered: “I am not afraid to be humbled, I am not as pleased as I am now, and I am not afraid to be nearer to half a cent.” It should hurt. I’m sorry.
I don’t know how to say this, as if it were in the last lifetime, and I said, “It’s better in this life.” I’m sorry.
Fortunately for this life, most regrets no longer.
In fact, after being re-used late, he came to Song’s house and came to me again. He was given a heavy task by the Supreme Council, and the Song’s house was no longer able to stop him. He looked at it more and more, and I told him that wish him a thousand miles ahead, and now it does not look like a blessing to him.
“The most regretful thing I have in my life was that I married a woman whom I loved, and hired in good faith, but did not provoke her on the night of the wedding, nor lifted her golden curtains. * I’m sorry, I’m sorry. *
I thought I had forgotten something from the cold of the winter, but now I can’t remember it, seeing him in such pain that I can’t understand a word. I wonder, “When will you marry?” Why didn’t I hear the wind? I’m sorry.
When he was too late, his eyes were wide open, his face was bleeding, and he couldn’t speak for half a day, he cried for a long time and said, “I’m the only one who remembers it. Whose understanding should I seek?” Whose understanding can I find in my life? I’m sorry.
The worst part of the world is regret, pain and marrow, but finding that he is the only one who can chew the pain, and no one can forgive him. No one’s been looking for him any more, no one’s lit a light for him at night, no one’s staying for him. There’s only a few lovers in this world, and there’s no one else in the world.
A good son, with his back strangling, and his readers are the most repulsive, yet he sheds tears from those eyes, a small drop of blood from his heart.
I didn’t understand him, and he turned his back and turned his back, and listened to him in pieces, so I could not help him: “There must be problems for both of us. I’m sorry.
“No, it’s all my fault.” I’m sorry.
He looked at me in a complex manner, and I was worried about his mind and asked a few guards to take him back, and I stood at the door of Song’s house and saw him go away. At the end of Long Street, people came in purple, and so many saw only him. The silver saddled white horse, the spring of March, must give him some credit.
And he came from afar, and he returned in front of the stone lion in Song’s house, and the plume was sitting in his face, and the sun was dazzling in his eyes, and his hand was spread out as a decree of marriage. He will surely look at me, and he will shine more than the sun, and the abyss will come with a smile.
He said: ‘Song Goose Book is only for this life, and it is time for you to marry me. I’m sorry.
I’m laughing, too.
It’s time to give it to you, little lord.
The past is gone, and every day after that, it is new.
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I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
