One.
I just walked back to Orient House’s accounts, and then I came in with the drapes running out.
“Is that the first day on a horse? I’m sorry.
She walked in and grabbed my tea and drank it, apparently getting pretty angry.
I don’t know what she’s mad about.
“She’s got powder on her.” You know, she rides! I can’t believe it! On my body! On my skin! I’m sorry.
And even the twigs strung their eyebrows and showed the incomprehensible colors.
And I hesitated: “It is also an ordinary thing for women to make perfume.” I’m sorry.
“What’s normal? Horses are the most sensitive to the scent. She’s smoky. Horses don’t dump her! How could she have made such a mistake? I’m sorry.
“Do you suspect she intended to do it?” I’m sorry.
“That’s not true.” “Look at her like that, she’s stupid! I’m so mad!”
I comforted her: “It’s good to be all right.” Are you hurt?”
“I’m all right, she’s all right, she’s all right.
I know that she is a member of the military brigade, that she sees horses as family and friends, and that she can’t be comforted at all.
Ip Kei asked: “What’s going on over there? I’m sorry.
“What could be great?” He said, “What could be so great that he was so angry that he was so happy with his brother?” I’m sorry.
She was quiet for a while, and I wonder if the more she wanted to get angry, the more she yelled.
“I almost lost my life and hurt innocent people to chase a man. I’m sorry.
She yelled out loud and didn’t say anything. However, just after the abuse, it came out of the accounts.
“The daughter of the Great General Luk, the daughter of a university student, Qiu Xian Chen. I’m sorry.
Two.
Rufus has had a red eye from the start.
And We exchanged an eye for a leaf, and felt that she had heard hundreds of miles of speech.
Some things can’t be broken, but they have to wait.
Good thing there’s a ginseng china next to Luk.
Guo Xianhua is another Queen’s wife. She is a college student, born from Chanmeng, and has been a minister of state for several generations.
Her family was clean, only her generation, and only her only daughter.
I met her a couple of times at a poetry conference before I left. She was remembered to be a very quiet and very talented girl, with her ancient writings and poetry.
Gu Xin-pao is in front of me.
“I’ve met the princesses. I’ve seen 13 princesses, Miss Ye. I’m sorry.
“There’s no need to be so restless,” I picked her up, “I know Joan, and I don’t know if she remembers me. I’m sorry.
“The Crown Princess was flying the flowers of the year, the “Tip-Tip-Tip-Tip-Tip” on the scene, and the porcelain. I’m sorry.
And I laughed, “It was nothing but a poem from the ancients, and it was for the sake of the Adegh that the girl laughed.” I’m sorry.
I was nothing but mediocre in the way of poetry, but I was not.
She is well known, and her poems and tips are often published in the city tabloids, with a well-known pen name, “Jong Yi”.
The city shakes with two talents, one for Joan and two for the sun.
JUNG is a great writer, a good writer and a good writer, and the sun is the opposite, with a great twilight and a charade of royal wonders.
On more than one occasion, the father stated that if Guinhua is a man, she would have to be accompanied by Yuenhiro at any stage.
Too bad she’s a woman.
I didn’t know what a woman was, but now she’s growing up.
In this complex hall, women have only the right to be a chess player and no right to be a chess player.
A woman learns better, is gifted, and is only a piece of chess that is useful enough to avoid a seat for a game.
His Majesty’s promotion of girls’ education today refers only to the private education of noble women. As for academic and scientific subjects, as in the case of the mirage, they are floating in the air, near and far.
Gu Xin Chinese is a few years older than me, but has not been married yet. She was said to have studied her book at her age, and after reading it, His Majesty praised her for her “sentness and integrity”.
According to anecdotal reports, she left her parents and wanted to travel to Yamadagawa.
She said that she wanted to go all over the four countries and write down what happened everywhere and spread it to the world to come.
The university master is not allowed to do so, not only but also to break her heart. The two sides stand still, and the last step goes back, and the sun goes down.
A light push from the sunset porcelain to the side of the earth, with her eye open.
She was accompanied by her lips, which were silent, so that he followed her in a rigid manner.
However, after his service, he suddenly turned and went to a hundred miles of thought.
“Fuck, what are you doing?” I’m sorry.
But he bowed down deep and bowed down at hundreds of miles.
“Sorry, Your Highness. She said, “I’m in trouble. I’m sorry.
“The princess is here with the princess and has come to thank her. I’m sorry.
“No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. I’m sorry.
Rufus is embarrassingly white.
“…and ludicrous! Trouble. “I don’t care about you.” I’m sorry.
She left on her own.
And We reassured Lu Lu Lu, “That is what the remembrance is. She didn’t mean anything. I’m sorry.
“The courtesan knows, “and Luk is bowing his head, and his daughter fainted, and His Highness was angry, and rightly so. I’m sorry.
And I was a little impatient: “There is no need for you to blame yourself for not being a saint.” I’m sorry.
And suddenly she looked up at me.
“The Princess is not angry? I’m sorry.
“Why should I be angry?”
She opened her mouth and bit her lips.
After a while, she said to her face, “I don’t know how to sing poetry, I don’t know what else to do. So, even if I haven’t been riding for a long time, find a way to remember me today. I’m sorry.
And the leaves stood by me, and suddenly a little sighed.
I didn’t expect to hear Lu Lu’s words.
“I had no other way,” she said, “I tried it at home before and I tried to make the mountain fit, so it didn’t get too mad, I thought it wouldn’t be today.”
“Think thou, behold, the fowl hath spoken out of a sudden: “Only because thou thinkest it hath delivered a life.” I’m sorry.
Tears were shed and tears were covered in remorse.
She wept and she looked at me with tears: “I just wanted the future husband to like me … even if only a little.” Mother, I won’t fight you or anything. I grew up with my father, and my head was stupid and I didn’t know the rules of the palace. Dad said I had to marry the Prince and I thought I was sorry.”
She’s talking upside down, and she looks very confused.
I snuggled, crouched down, reached out with my hands on her forehead.
“You don’t have to be sorry. It’s not your fault. I’m sorry.
Tears on her eyelashes, wet.
She looked at me for a long time and said, “My mother, I envy you. I’m sorry.
“What do I envy?”
“I used to fantasize that I would have the best husband in the world. He’s probably full of poetry, maybe martial arts. I’ll be with you, I’ll be in my eyes, I’ll be in my eyes. I’m sorry.
I felt sore, silently listened and couldn’t break her expectations.
It’s the least important thing in a family union.
The elders are bound to speak only of long-term interests and strong alliances, and there is no reason why they should be be betrothed.
She said, “I have no child, nor have I ever met anyone who touched me. The Prince is a good man, and I’m a natural man. But now I know that His Highness is not in my heart. I’m sorry.
I’m stinging.
“How? You’re so cute. When you’re in Orient House, you’ll have a lot of time. Your Highness will love you. I’m sorry.
She shakes her head.
“Your Highness will not like me,” she raised her lips and smiled with a small loss, and said, “If I were a man, I would have fallen for my mother. I’m sorry.
The eyes of the earth are as bright as the beads in the water, and I feel sad without cause.
Women are treasures, not caged birds.
She deserves a wholehearted good man and a freer and better life. I know she’s upset and confused, but there’s nothing I can do.
Don’t you want to see the Prince? I’m sorry.
“As for His Majesty, there is no shortage. I’m sorry.
“But the Prince has been looking for you since the beginning. She said, “Really? I’m sorry.
3
I don’t want to.
I looked at the toes and kicked a stone.
Out of the tent, I wandered alone on the grasslands by the camp.
She was dragged away by Uncle Six who didn’t know where to come from and said it was urgent.
Far away, I saw the twigs leaning on the trees.
She’s still a fancy smudge, with all kinds of fine and beautiful silver on her, walking around with all the joy and brightness.
“The Little Prince!” she was happy to shout.
I walked by and saw her with a cat on her feet. It looked dark and familiar.
“What’s this?”
“It’s sister-in-law. She picks up the cat and rubs her cheek with joy, “Is it cute? I’m sorry.
I thought, “That’s the black cloud of the lady?” But, I remember the Queen was fond of it, never leaving. I’m sorry.
She frowns, rubs her pussy, and she looks a little sad.
“But when she became pregnant, she confined her sister to a small room, where she fed only daily, without playing with her loved ones.” She hesitated to say, “A cloud was so gentle that it became so gentle that it changed so much, that she blew up when she saw her body and didn’t let her touch her.” I saw her. I’m sorry.
“How can this be? I’m sorry.
“Beslau is like a child, and no one is wise, but she’s a vendetta,” she follows the hair of the clouds, and “I heard the women of the palace say, “It was when the clouds grabbed the door and howled, and I saw her sometimes, and I was happy to throw myself in the past, and I was dragged away.” It must have been sad to have been locked up in the dark room alone for so long. I’m sorry.
The clouds swung their tails in their arms and watched me with a golden eye.
I reached out, and he bowed his back at my teeth, but he didn’t scratch him, but he tried to hide in his arms.
And the butterflies whispered to him, and took his two claws, and turned it over: “Do not look at it like this; it does not hate you; it is afraid.” I’m sorry.
“Fear?”
“Yeah,” she looked me in the eye, “it was because it liked people too much, but it was hurt again.” In order to protect themselves, hair was always raised to drive people away. I’m sorry.
Butterflies scratched the chin of the clouds, and the clouds lifted their eyes and made their grunts.
I’ll reach out again.
The dark clouds, when they smelled my hand, moved back, but closed their eyes, showing their unwillingness and their refusal.
I scratched its greasy fur as I wished.
“Look! It’s a tough mouth! I love being touched! I’m sorry.
And We touched this little wrinkled beverage with tenderness, but there appeared before us hundreds of miles of turning.
Is he the same?
Because I don’t know how to express myself to me, and because I don’t know if I care about him the same way, do I always make a cold look and run away?
Are people like that scared?
4
I think about a lot of little things. I have not thought about anything in the past.
Although I grew up with a hundred miles ago, it became more difficult for me to meet him when he became a prince.
I’m impressed, only a few times.
Ten years old, my birthday, full of guests, the sound of people.
There’s nothing you can tell me before you come to my house.
When his bodyguard was under pressure, Dad didn’t expect Berry to come and salute him solemnly.
And hundreds of miles went straight to me and stuffed me with mints.
“You said you couldn’t find a new mint. I found some for you. I’m sorry.
After that, he seemed to have something to say. However, the guard behind him urged him in due course: “Your Highness, the Queen is still waiting for you.” I’m sorry.
It’s not much to say.
He just smiled at me, and he was tired, but tender, and little.
I watched him turn away and didn’t understand what happened.
Twelve, summer, heavy rain, lightning.
I practiced the piano alone in the piano room, and it made my fingers red and my fingers so painful.
I was worried about whether I’d continue to practice, and the window came out with a soft knock.
Unlike the sound of rain, that’s the coded rhythm I used to play when I was a child.
I almost doubted myself, but when I opened the window in shock, it appeared to me like that.
He fell down and held me in rain.
I found my voice half a day ago: “Your Highness, this is not your place to come. I’m sorry.
He nodded his head and shook his head, and the rain on him followed the collar, and flowed into my neck.
He let me go and quickly turned away, as if it were a dream that never happened.
Fourteen years old, late in the winter, I came to see the queen.
It happens that when you pass through the Seon-de-Deng, the court of martial arts goes down. A hundred miles of white clothes walk in the midst of the people, as if one of the parties had worn paper, and were reliable and cold.
He didn’t notice me.
We watched him through the gates of the palace, and realized that he had grown up to be a stranger.
Fifteen years old, last dollar dinner, music and dance in the palace, and light in the temple.
The Four Princes at the Night King laughed and asked me about the score I read on a day-to-day basis.
I’ve been waiting a hundred miles to discuss politics with the Minister, and I don’t think I’ve noticed.
However, on the second day, His Majesty made a sudden decision to marry me as soon as possible.
Now, there’s always a look at me at the palace.
I’ve been missing with a hundred miles.
We all care too much about others and too much about ourselves.
They are shackled, insolent and silent, but they insist that each other be able to understand all their deep love and bitterness.
The reluctance to declare love, to let anyone fail himself, to forget to love someone does not mean that that person feels loved.
Perhaps, in the cracks of countless times, at countless moments of my frustration, I will know as long as I wait.
He looked to me with the same restraint and enthusiasm at the next moment, when I watched him.
5
When I returned to Orient House, a hundred miles was lying on a couch alone.
He looked like he was a godless man, and he thought something, and he saw me, and he ran away.
I was somewhat surprised to say, “Your Highness, I’m sorry.
He didn’t answer to me. He looked like he was breathing again.
And We made him a cup of tea from the table without knowledge, and presented it to him in his hand.
The line spreads a little bit, reaching out with a gentle hand and sipping.
“Where have you been? I’m sorry.
“When I met the beauty of butterflies outside, I talked for a while. I’m sorry.
“…and when you’re gone again with the leaves. I’m sorry.
And I made out the vinegar of his words, and I couldn’t stop laughing: “Break away!” It’s a girl’s house! I’m sorry.
He will not make a sound, nor will he be able to hide himself.
I unsealed the cape and hung it on the shelf.
He followed me with his eyes blinking, dilated for half a day, a little weak, saying, “Ambassah is hurt alone.” I’m sorry.
I was groaning, and I was laughing, and I walked and sat beside him.
“What does His Highness want his concubine to do?” I’m sorry.
He was staring at me and asked, “I’ve been looking for you for so long. I’m sorry.
“Hmm. I’m sorry.
“Don’t you worry at all? I’m sorry.
“Worried,” I said, “but His Highness is naturally taken care of, and his concubine is not a doctor, and it is useless to go. I’m sorry.
“Who says no? I’m sorry.
I blinked, I didn’t know what he meant.
A hundred miles of hand on the blanket.
“Are you still mad at me?”
“Why do you ask?”
But he explained to himself: “I have nothing to do with Lu’s daughter. The situation is urgent and compelling. I’m sorry.
“My concubine knows,” I laugh, “Your Highness will not explain to me. I’m sorry.
He was quiet and dazzled and said, “I am sorry. I’m sorry.
I’m sorry.
“What did His Highness say? I’m sorry.
“I’m happy to explain! “It seems like a few miles away, and the fire spreads to half, and it squeezes, and it says, “I’m happy to explain to you, can’t I?” I’m sorry.
I’ve had a long time. I didn’t find the words.
A hundred miles to grab my sleeve.
“That night I didn’t mean that,” he looked like a child who had made a mistake, leaning his head down in front of me, “I know you know what you do but you know too much.” I’m sorry.
He stopped and said, “You know, you don’t care about me.” I’m sorry.
“As a princess, do you want me to do anything? I’m sorry.
“I am not afraid of your will. He said, “I’m afraid you don’t like me. I’m sorry.
I looked at his tight hands and briefly lost his God.
“I know you’re not happy.” We’ve all changed a lot over the years, and I’ve watched you get further away from me, and I don’t want to admit you don’t like me, and I don’t know how to make you like me… I want to solve our problems, but every time I talk to you, it’s a little bit of a lie. I’m sorry.
He’s upset.
“When you were in distress, I was in a state of madness, and I couldn’t take care of any of my father’s orders, and went straight back to Orient House.” I really don’t know, in case something happens to you, I…”
He’s depressed about not talking.
It seems that I do not want to see him as weak, with hundreds of miles away.
“I’m a terrible person. If you really don’t like me I won’t force you.”
The heart is sad and bitter. It is not a taste. We cry out, “Your Majesty.” I’m sorry.
He moved, didn’t look back.
And I said, “A hundred miles away. I’m sorry.
He finally turned his face and looked at the red light.
I touched his lips and fell next kiss.
“No reluctant. I’m sorry.
Six.
In the days that followed, hundreds of miles became impulsive.
I thought it was only my own illusion, until I stood by my side and cried, “I said, brother, I only took my sister-in-law to ride on a horse, not to rob people. Will you take away your eyes?” It’s freezing. I’m sorry.
A hundred miles away.
“When did Lonely look at you? I’m sorry.
A hundred miles of air in front of the scene.
“Come on, your brother, you don’t know, he’s the toughest on his body.” I’m sorry.
“Oh, my God. Only hard-mouthed? That tweak can’t go with him. I’m sorry.
“Uncle Six! I’m sorry.
The leaves are still light and light. She reached out and pulled me up and taught me to hold the rope.
The horse walked around, and she talked to me.
“Is it clear?”
“Something. I’m sorry.
“It’s not easy, either.” I’m sorry.
“It’s not going to go so well after that…” I laughed, “But I wanted to try. I’m sorry.
Try to believe it.
“Well, you want to try.” I’m sorry.
The wind in the grass is blowing, the shaded eyes of the leaves are still silent, but I don’t think she’s happy.
I’m looking at her, “Do you have something to say to me?” I’m sorry.
“Nothing. Whatever you decide, I will support you. I’m sorry.
She stretches her hand and holds my hair steady, and her fingers follow my long hair.
“I just want you to be happy. I’m sorry.
I chewed her like I was walking down a stairwell.
On the other side, hundreds of miles have finally left and come to me with the horse, and ask, “What are you talking about?” I’m sorry.
And the leaves looked upon him without mercy: “What is your business? I’m sorry.
A hundred miles of teeth.
“…and give me back my acupuncture. I’m sorry.
“Why?” I’m sorry.
She was sitting right away, slowly adjusting her horse’s head, and it was higher than usual.
At the moment, she looked down on the ground and looked down a hundred miles, with a bit of pride: “You can take it.” I’m sorry.
Imam followed him on a horse.
“Yo, what’s the matter?” I’m sorry.
He sits a hundred miles in front of his arms, with his arms in his face: “Sergeant Ip, can you stay here?” I’m sorry.
When the leaves were gone, the horse ran out.
I grabbed the edge of the saddle and felt the wind of freedom.
She threw hundreds of miles behind them, and there was nothing but a loud wind.
It’s as if I can keep her running like this. I can ignore my family, my responsibilities, my lovers who live together in the morning and the evening and go to a world I never heard of.
There’s nothing there and there’s nothing there.
There were only dreams and leaves.
7
With the exception of the first day, the spring hunting schedule is not full.
“It’s like the games of our modern school, watching the colour flag go up and down, and in fact all behind the podium is sleeping and reading novels.” I’m sorry.
The trophies were tested and the title was undoubtedly taken by the Centrist.
And Katylon was pleased and laughed, saying, “You are the girl who hunts first in the spring, and does not want to give face to your brothers and sisters. I’m sorry.
“I’m not going to let this happen.” A good man doesn’t need a son. A bad man doesn’t deserve a son. I’m sorry.
“You always have a point.” And Katy didn’t get angry. I’m sorry.
And We stood on the side of the chiefs of the leaves and others, and listened only to those above the throne, saying, “You are the leaves?” I’m sorry.
I took a peek, and Katy’s eyes fell on the leaves, and the look was a little subtle.
The leaves stopped in place for a while, with their heads down and they were on their knees, and Katy laughed.
“Don’t kneel. I know you don’t like to kneel. If I ask you to kneel, I’m afraid you’ll have to curse me in your heart. I’m sorry.
Cartier’s years have passed and the frost has been so sick that it’s still beautiful.
It’s rare to describe a man as “pretty,” except for Katy.
It is well known that the young Katys, who have the appearance of a country and the red robes, enter and leave the singing building.
In the same year, there was a rumor in the workshop that “the singing house is a small town, a hundred miles of people.” This “ga” means “ga.”
They laughed at Katy’s obscenity, and were submissive to his brightness. No one could have imagined that the king who once seemed to be a waver, would change and become an iron-blooded emperor.
When I was a kid, Dad always told me about them when they were young.
When the late Emperor was in power, there were troubles in Huayang. The Prince, His Majesty and my father, 3,000, constitute the Iron Triangle, which is stable in the hall.
My father was a child and a pillar of the nation, and today His Majesty, the only emperor in the history of the Four Kingdoms who lured another Emperor to return safely as a proton.
Lord Ziguang is said to have so far been reminiscent of Kati, a man dressed as a woman.
And Katy’s legend was changed by the city’s writer, Sunshine, to make a speech book for sale in the city. For a while, there were thousands of people out in the open who were all shopping for The Sieghue Snow.
At this hour, the masters of the speech book are half full, their eyebrows are burning, and their smiles are warm.
Leafs are in the wrong shape, stand and kneel.
One side reacts very quickly. He fell down on his knees, saying, “Your Majesty is a wise and honest man, a man of good governance and love, and Your Majesty is worthy to kneel.” I’m sorry.
The leaves looked at him without a word, but they fell down on their knees and threw away their robes.
“The daughters of the people, bow before His Majesty. I’m sorry.
Katy took a closer look at her.
It was as if he had fallen into something old, and there was an inconvenient fear between his eyes, and the people around him were afraid to come out, lest he might interrupt his thoughts.
“The King, the King, the King!” I’m sorry.
And that’s what Katy said. I’m sorry.
He had a branch, but it seemed like he saw another man through it.
“Six Brother, do you think she looks like a picture? I’m sorry.
We don’t even know who Katy is talking about, but when he’s walking, he’s on his knees.
8
“He’s talking about the princess of the late Emperor. I’m sorry.
At night, it was easy to confirm that the outsiders were guarding, returning to the accounts and lowering the sound.
“In this palace, the Queen is a man who cannot be mentioned. I didn’t even know I had this man if I hadn’t happened to go through her notes. I’m sorry.
I’m the only one in the account, the 100 miles, the leaves and the 13 princesses.
And I sat at the end of a hundred miles on my left hand, as if I knew: “Remember the bets of the Emperor’s grandfather, many parts of which have been erased.” I’m sorry.
“Your Highness is right,” he said, “That is about what he used to do. I’m sorry.
“Why do you know this?” I’m sorry.
It’s easy to see and look at the branches.
Seeing that the latter noded, and then began to say, “His Royal Highness was not aware of the presence of a goddess during his reign. I’m sorry.
“Why have you kept your father silent for so many years? I’m sorry.
“Because this goddess may have almost turned over the whole dynasty.” I’m sorry.
In an easy-to-seek mouth, the princess looked like an ingenuity and passed her wrist.
The word “by” in the seal was taken from a poem called “Han Jia Qin Moon, Shadow Lighting Princess”.
Then it was easy to look at the leaves and say: “Then ask me before, where is the sun?” It seems to belong to any dynasty in history and not to any dynasty. In modern times, the history books we study do not have it, nor do they have it in the poetry of our backs, but it’s all like the ancient truths we know. And I’ll tell you now that Huayang, and even the whole world, is an infinity close to another “parallel space” in ancient China. I’m sorry.
Parallel time and space?
It’s easy to say, “Yes” on the table, a scroll of a map is drawn on the drawings, “The North, the East, the South, the West, the West, and the Middle, which is the largest part of the entire picture, the Huayang.” With the exception of small, small island States on the side of the sea, this frontier is almost identical to our modern State. The Zion has bad relations with the other four countries, which are at least seemingly allies, and the four countries are essentially one of four. I’m sorry.
It’s like I’m thinking about something.
As can be seen, it goes on to say: “Sinfu is a woman-dominated power, the power of the king and the divine power goes hand in hand, the business of Nancai technology flourishes, and the Zihuang is dominated by nomadic peoples.” In this case, it’s the most common. I don’t know what opened this passage between time and present, but there is no doubt that there is no no connection there. I’m sorry.
“What time is it?” Ip Kei said, “If it’s true history to estimate, what time is this period in Huayang?” I’m sorry.
It’s easy to say, “I’ve checked this history with my own memory, and many of my generation and people are in a state of disarray. However, most of Song ‘ s former figures were mostly in the past, and since then Song has changed considerably. A lot of things can no longer be recorded. I’m sorry.
This “changed” he said included the story of the goddess of the ancient emperor.
It is clear that during that period, the Princess and the late Emperor calmed down the war in the North, re-constructed the middle, promoted and reploughed the mighty men, headed by Jae-ho and my father, and stabilized the mountains of Huayang.
She refused, after the late Emperor had been in deep love with her and tried to seal her off.
“I told him I would not be queen. I want Huayang to be the first of the four countries to be free and democratic and to be a land of equality for all. I want the world to be peaceful and the rivers to be clear, and I want the roads to be the same. He said to me: “I found her notes in an ancient book, and this is a statement. I’m sorry.
The last “he” means probably the late Emperor.
For me, the predator was too far away. I was a hundred miles away from being born, and even my father was still a 16th boy.
That was my dad’s favorite time, but I never heard of her.
That doesn’t make sense.
The easy to turn to the branches of the leaves: “The Quran that I told you before, and that which passed through the times, is on that note. She probably found that way. I’m sorry.
“Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait. I’m sorry.
The leaves will be drawn back with ease.
“After the spring hunt, I want to go back to my old age through this legal framework, as the Thirteen Horses say. I’m sorry.
“The Father…”
“Your Majesty doesn’t know. I’m sorry.
A hundred miles of silence.
He said, “This is not the right thing to do.” I’m sorry.
“Brill, you know well that I don’t belong here, but the royal family wants me to be useful.” But I’m out of here and there’s nothing wrong with you guys. You don’t want me to marry you after all, do you? I’m sorry.
The hundreds of miles remain silent and, in the eyes of others, this attitude is tantamount to acquiescence.
The leaves turn back and look easy.
“The note you said, is it still there? I’m sorry.
“In. “It’s easy to get busy.
He took the book out of his arms, and the leaves were turned up at random, except for the first page, where the name of the owner appeared.
This month.
The foliage turned and threw the book out.
“No way. “No way! I’m sorry.
9
I’ve never seen a leaf so broken.
It’s not just an emotional swing, but it’s like something huge.
I would’ve walked forward and tried to pull her sleeve off to calm her down, but she ignored me and made a terrible deal.
A hundred miles of doubt, and I shook my head.
Until the end of the spring hunt, when the people departed to the palace, I never saw the shadow of the leaf.
She said she’d gone home on leave.
I was alone on Orient House’s wagon, and suddenly someone called me.
“The Crown Princess. I’m sorry.
I look back, it’s a little weird.
Miss Joan?
I’ve had a hard time with my head down.
“And ask the princess to give her time,” she says, “the daughter has something important to ask.” I’m sorry.
When I arrived in the middle of the forest, I was on my knees and told that she did not want to marry her.
“The daughter would rather be a companion to the book for life, and would never be subjugated.” I’m sorry.
I was in a hurry to get her up: “What is the girl doing?” I’m sorry.
“My daughter does not want to marry. I’m sorry.
And We ask, “How can a woman not marry?” I’m sorry.
“Why does a woman have to marry?” “If one of your daughters has had enough fun and happiness and others have nothing but a burden and a shackle, It’s useless. Why shouldn’t I abandon it? I’m sorry.
“Does this mean nothing to you?” I’m sorry.
And laughter at the dawn: “There is a cloud for those who came before, and there is light for them, and there is dust for them. Mother, I belong to myself. I’m sorry.
I’m mute and my throat seems to be stung.
The wind in the field was heavy, but she couldn’t bend.
She kneeled straight on her knees: “The maid knew that she was in trouble and only begged her to see her. After that, it doesn’t involve the Queen. I’m sorry.
“…you can’t convince the princess. I’m sorry.
“I can’t talk about it. Life is a one-year-old. If a man is able to walk through the mountain, the woman will be able to live up to the pavilion, and if a man is able to build a career and make a big show, she will be forced to break her wings and strangulate her throat in the name of “protective”. Are you happy with all this? I’m sorry.
And the words of Guo Yi Chen were thrown to the ground.
“The daughter is not willing. I’m sorry.
10
On the way back, I’ve been echoing in my ears.
How can you be so happy?
But what can I do if I don’t?
I promised I’d do my best to help her and introduce her to the Empress. But it was clear to me and to her that it was a futile struggle.
Seeing me in my head, a hundred miles around me holding my hand.
What’s wrong? What did Gu’s daughter say to you? I’m sorry.
“If one day I will not be with His Highness…” I’m sorry.
A hundred miles of strangling lips, and a black eye over me.
I smiled down, “It’s okay. Say anything.
“Don’t say that, it’s a hundred miles away, and it’s like, “I’m afraid. I’m sorry.
“Your Highness is a coward. I’m sorry.
“Solitude is. I’m sorry.
He deserved it very quickly, as if he were not ashamed, but proud.
And a hundred miles in my arms, and I fell upon his shoulder, and leaned on his embroidered garments.
“Amu, it was for you that I became a prince. I’m sorry.
“For me?”
A hundred miles without any explanation.
He kissed my horn, and his nose was hot and he was lost.
“So don’t go, alone. His words were restrained, “I beg you.” I’m sorry.
I’m breathing.
It’s like being put on a knife and being forced to make a sound.
“Good. I’m sorry.
Eleven.
The view changed outside the window, and the wagon was moving in the direction of Miyagi.
I put my hand out the window and I felt the wind flowing.
The eyes of hundreds of miles have always cast doubt on me.
He looked after me with care: “The windows are cold, so they bring you a blanket.” I’m sorry.
I shake my head, take my arm back, lean on his shoulder.
“Will you sleep?” I’m sorry.
I was staring at the swinging curtains, and I said, “My brother, I want to learn medicine again. I’m sorry.
“Why do you suddenly want to learn medicine again? “It’s hard to learn medicine and you’re in Orient House.
“I want to learn. I’m sorry.
I insist, not much more.
And he reached out his hand over my eye, and there was warmness in his eyes: “I am only afraid of your hardship.” You don’t have to learn that as a princess. I’m sorry.
And We turned away from his sight: “I am not afraid of hardship. I’m sorry.
I’m more afraid than hard, I can’t even hold back the hard work.
12
I finally returned to Orient House when I was alone.
A hundred miles was also called to the palace by His Majesty, and the vast Orient Palace was empty and dead in the twilight.
The leaves are standing in this death.
She was standing under the pear tree, and it was like a thin piece of paper, and it blew.
And I passed by, and I said, “How are you? I’m sorry.
She turned around and saw me with a weak smile.
This is nothing like a leaf branch.
“What can I do? I’m sorry.
“You look bad,” I put a hand on her forehead, “Is she sick? I’m sorry.
She shook her head, and there were tired marks in her eyes.
I held her by the sourness of my heart.
“You can go back tomorrow,” I said, “Have fun, okay? I’m sorry.
She was buried on my shoulder and she didn’t make a sound.
I cried, “The branches?”
The arm of the leaf is cuddled into a fist against my shoulder cheekbone.
It’s like after a great psychological struggle, she’s finally slowly showing her vulnerability.
Her voice fell and she hesitated, “I’m a little sad.” I’m sorry.
13
I told Berry I’d sleep with the leaves tonight.
“She looks weird, I don’t feel comfortable,” and I look back, and I say, “Let me stay with her.” I’m sorry.
I only hesitated a moment and agreed.
I was surprised by his understanding: “Really? I’m sorry.
“Of course it’s true,” and I’ve got a hundred miles to hold my side of my face. I’m not that careful. I’m sorry.
And I blinked and blinked: “Did you not?” I’m sorry.
I couldn’t get through to him before he changed his mind and grabbed his usual pillow.
When the door was opened, the words of hundreds of miles fell in my ear.
He said, “Give her a good goodbye for me.” I’m sorry.
I nod the door frame: “Okay. I’m sorry.
14
I went to knock on the door with a pillow.
The branch opened the door and saw me, and the eyebrows snapped.
“What are you doing here? I’m sorry.
I went under her arm quickly and put my pillow next to her pillow and stepped off my shoes and crawled on her couch.
The leaves held my feet and dragged me down.
She bit her teeth, “What the hell are you doing here?” I’m sorry.
“I’m scared. I’m sorry.
“What are you afraid of? I’m sorry.
“There are rats in the room, and I’m lying, “I’m afraid. I’m sorry.
The branches rubbed around the temple.
“I believe in your ghost.”
Turning around, she was carrying my back-dressed collar and throwing me out.
I held her arms to death: “A hundred miles to bully me!” I’m sorry.
The leaves stopped.
If I say it because I’m worried about her, I’ll be thrown out of the house while I say I’m okay.
If she’s going to relax, she’ll have to wait a hundred miles.
And she will look at me in doubt, and I will do more: I am angry with him, and I do not want to be with him the branch, so take me in. I’m sorry.
“What did he do to you? “I’ll find him.” I’m sorry.
I don’t talk, I act like I’m crying, and I hold her in pity.
The branch of the leaf focused on me for a while, and eventually surrendered, usually left the way.
One night. I’m sorry.
15
There is no moonlight tonight, and the sky is clouded, covering the moon and the stars.
And a candle was lit by it, and We lay down with the branches of the leaves.
She was lying on the side, and I looked at her.
The leaves gave birth to a clean, edible face, looking from my perspective, and the candle shined to her contours, and painted the bright side of her unearthed nostrils.
She’s the most special person I’ve ever met.
Before I met the branch, I seemed to be an empty shell deep in the wall.
I don’t have the will, I don’t have the temper, I don’t even imagine what I can do for me.
It was the leaves that woke me up.
I can’t help but think about it and reach out and touch her soft cheek.
The leaf wrinkles briefly, without opening its eyes.
“…Lynn, behave yourself. I’m sorry.
I gotta get in there and hold her arm.
“Lin and Zen. “The fowl’s tone is almost already warning.
“I want to sleep with you.” I said, “You smell good.” I’m sorry.
“I don’t smell. I’m sorry.
“As if the snow melts, the moonlight shines in the lakes of the snow and it smells like that. I’m sorry.
“The moonlight doesn’t smell… Forget it. Suit yourself.
I wanted to comfort her, but at this point I buried it on her arm, listening to her false reprimands, suddenly felt a little sad.
I’ll never hear it again.
From now on, we’ve been living in a long, long-distance river of time.
There will no longer be such a branch in the world that will stand beside me in the coldest and most gentle way to block all the snow for me.
All that was left in the room was candles burning.
For a long time I heard the groan of the branches.
She reached out and tried to pull me up. I wouldn’t let her cry on her shoulder. So she took a little bit of pressure to get me up on my forehead.
“Why are you crying?”
The branches took a deep breath, and then their hands reached out and surrounded me.
“You know, I wouldn’t have stayed for you. I’m sorry.
And We choked and pushed her away a little, “Whosoever wants you to stay, go.” I’m sorry.
She held me back and laughed.
“Really? I’m sorry.
My tears came out: “It’s fake.” I’m sorry.
The leaves stomped my head.
I’m ashamed to say, “Don’t you ever cry?” I’m sorry.
“Yes,” the branch took my hand away with one hand, and the back of the other wiped the tears from my eyebrow. “I cried when I was forced to confirm my mother’s death. I’m sorry.
“…your mother?”
“Hmm. One day when I was a kid, she suddenly disappeared. After four years of disappearance, the father took me with him to apply for a declaration of her death. “The leaves follow my long hair softly, and speak low and gentlely, like a bedtime story, “I disagree, I argue with my father. I’m sorry.
“And?”
“He told me that my mother was the most debauchery, irresponsible, and shameless woman in the world. In pursuit of her so-called ideals and freedoms, she abandoned our family and me. Later I learned that they had had a big fight the day before my mother disappeared. “I don’t know what they were arguing about. My dad wanted me to hate her and to forget her and watch her picture secretly at night. I’m sorry.
“Your father must have loved her. I’m sorry.
“Oh, yeah,” the leaves smiled, “I don’t know. I haven’t seen him sober since my mom left. I’m sorry.
She’s lashes.
“He was always drunk, and he looked at me and called my mother’s name. I never saw my mom again. I always thought she really abandoned us like my dad said. I’m sorry.
I didn’t know what to comfort, so I held her by the horn.
And the leaves turned over, and their fingers over my long hair, and suddenly he said, “Your hair is beautiful.” I’m sorry.
“Hmm? I’m sorry.
I was a little closer to her.
The fowls breathe like feathers on my forehead.
It’s been a long time since she pulled my covers up.
“Sleep, it’s late. I’m sorry.
I called her, “You really are my very, very important friend.” I’m sorry.
The branch swooped and laughed.
Her smile was like the twilight, dim, and tender.
“I know. I’m sorry.
She said, “Good night. Little Piggy. I’m sorry.
16
I thought this was the last chance I had with the leaves.
On the second day, a hundred miles away.
It’s easy to draw the Fountain in the Orient Palace backyard, and the leaves go in.
At the end of the day, she looked back at the hundred miles and said, “You’re helping the hundred miles.” I’m sorry.
A hundred miles to say “good.”
The five stars arrived as scheduled.
However, events have not evolved as we expected.
She was still standing in the middle of the FLNKS until the clouds were dark and the sky was covered up.
– The branches are not gone. Case number: YXX1ogBKYmC5DMkp1sdPdj
I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
