That’s right.
No evil.
The love of the palace, the hatred of the princess.
One.
In the middle of the moon, the sand rolls, and the earth is full of hope.
It was the day the gates broke.
On that day, the reinforcements delayed the future, the smoke and fire, the broken walls and the blood of the city’s head-hunting flag, and this border in the desert, such as a fallen island, could no longer hold.
In the end, she died in her arms in a broken dream, and he spent half of his life on horses and horses, preserving her dignity and the spirit of her life as a general, with only a twilight of regret in his eyes when he looked at her in tears as rain.
“There is nothing wrong with a man born in the heavens and the earth, but death for his country. The body of Maghil, the sleep of the desert, is my best destination, but only, it is a pity…”
They had known each other for nine years, they had stood at the border, they had fought against each other, they had watched the Long River sun set, they had lived and died, they had lived with each other, and they were living together in the morning and in the evening, and he had a different attitude towards her.
“It is a pity that I have not been able to wait for your word, to take off your uniform, to wear red makeup, to welcome you across the door, to be my wife…”
The robes are bloodied, the body of the body is silky, the lips are smiley, the teacher is shaking in his hand, and tears are shaking his head: “No, no, Brother Yan, I promise, I promise you now, don’t die, don’t leave me alone…”
“It is also good to lie to me before I die, but unfortunately I don’t want you to be a survivor, to live without evil.” I’m sorry.
The blood-stained hand drops down, and the great general of his life goes away, and that is his last word to her.
“No,” the plume of weeping cuts through the sky, and it still seems as though it was still ringing in its ears, as if it were a cone.
As if the teacher had left as a friend and as a brother and as a relative, so that he left behind the ashes of the day, hidden in his burden, on her shoulder, walking through the yellow sand.
She escaped from the enemy, from the pursuits, and looked in the direction of the royal city of Liang.
The 30,000 loyal souls of the Yan family will die in vain, and she will seek justice for her fallen companions, and she will enter the holy speech!
It doesn’t matter how far and how long the road is. It is important that the old robes, the long sleeps with her.
When she woke up, she was cold and sweating, she was holding her weight in her arms, and she looked at the princess’s mind, and said, “Are you having nightmares again? I’m sorry.
At night, the Gobi is always cold, and the wounds of the day lashes are sore and sore at the moment, that the teacher is in the air, so that Princess Ruth is buried, and she is carefully drugged.
“It is my fault that I have caused you harm and that you have been tormented by the white !” And the tears fell, and the Princess Luhing began to twirl, and opened her mouth with tears, and looked into the eyes of the master, full of pain and deep affection.
The teacher’s head was sore, he opened his mouth, he stopped, but he groaned, he turned away, he didn’t speak.
How can the princess, who has made a mistake, speak of suffering, if she is to be exposed to her own daughter?
“It’s a beautiful scene. I’m sorry.
And a saying from the yellow sand came forth suddenly as though it had come from the sky, but it was near to its ears, with a chilling chill.
In the next month, a shadow came out, a hand was set, the wind was blown and the lips laughed.
The man has a white head, a white lips, a tweaked coat, and he has a bunch of beads on his hands, which reinforce the evil spirit of his body, and spreads a strange and strange beauty like a demon.
It’s when he came down from the carriage and listened to it for how long, Master White.
“In the middle of the night, he put in a medicine box to heal his lover, and by the way, said the princess, “How am I going to punish the boy, to cut his limbs or to hang him and whip him again?” I’m sorry.
If you’re lazy, then Princess Rue’s face will be blown out. I’m sorry.
This shivering tone of speech makes no sense to me, and you laugh at me, turn the beads, and pick one with the slightest eye, but you shoot at me. I’m sorry.
♪ The wind ♪
The teacher kept his mouth shut, he kept his eye on his face, and he remembered his nickname, “The Jade Buddha Killed, the Jade Buddha Killed…”
Chou-yang, who came from the early years of military service, fought in the field of war, fought for six years in Yingdee to defeat the other, became famous in the First World War, then became a court of law, became a ruler, became a man of power, and became a legend never before before.
He’s a young man, who’s got a bad temper, and he’s got a bad name.
A man’s nickname, the Jade Buddha’s killing, Baek-ho.
Two.
Even Princess Rueing was completely unforeseeable.
The teacher saved Princess Zhuing in the hands of a bunch of horse thieves, when she knew not her identity, but that she was dazzled, her skirts were dirty, and she was like a woman in distress in a troubled world.
In fact, after being rescued, Princess Ruein pulled the cuffs of a teacher, and indeed pitifully described herself as a woman in distress.
She said that her mother was absent, that her father was in charge, that she preferred to die, that she escaped overnight, that she did not want to meet a horse thief, that she not only took away the money she had brought, but that she was in danger of being humiliated and that, fortunately, she had not been rescued by evil or had consequences.
When Ping Shui met and saved, he stopped at this time, and the teacher bought clothes and food for “Sing” and gave some silver, he went on the road alone. He refused to leave with her and said he would follow her anywhere.
It’s a pain in the head, it’s a habit to fight and kill on the battlefield, and it’s a shame to be in the face of such a “weak woman.”
Scream, even if it’s harsh, squeaky, it’s only a moment, and it’s not too long before it’s over, with no face, no skin, no water, and a pap out, laughing at her to wipe her sweat so she can’t escape. Beat her, it’s even harder. She’s a soldier, how can she do it against a woman who doesn’t have the strength of a chicken?
In any case, “sing” is as if she had a master who, after a bit of a stroke, was free from evil and physically and physically, had acquiesced in her pursuit once again.
As if there were more sisters, who, although troubled, were not bored on the road, were sitting by the fire and huming on her shoulder with a warmth that had never been felt before in a military camp.
It’s been too long since I’ve been in the army.
At times, after the sound of the sound, the teacher sleeps with the ashes and sits in front of the fire and stares at her sleep, and grows old.
She reminds her of a man who still has the impression that she’s an under-age person, who calls her “Sister” and sings to her and makes her up to play.
But it’s been too long, too long, and it’s been too long, and it’s only that he’s hiding in her arms, crying, and he won’t let go: “No, I will not go into the army, I will not leave my sister, I will not leave…”
A child of that age is forced to die in battle, and there is no escape for a man in every village.
And that night, when she fell asleep with that little face full of tears, she sat in the darkness for a long time, stretching out her hand one inch at a time, and made a decision.
After entrusting a man to her neighbour, she replaced him with a man’s dress and set out on an unknown path.
From then on, the yellow sand never returned, and only the wind and the window would allow the dream to go back to the small village of the dog.
A young child who used to cry, when he had grown up, married and had children, and lived a normal and stable life.
I’m afraid he doesn’t remember her anymore, but what’s the big deal? He can still sing to other girls, he can still make up all kinds of stuff, he can still live. That’s enough.
And the water of the mountains shall not meet them, and there shall be a place for them, and there shall be her way.
Hold on to the ash, and the teacher is in the light of the fire, blinking in his eyes and dreaming: “Please bless me, Brother Yan, and bless me for my smooth entry to the Kingdom, so that you may wash away your grievances…”
3
Perhaps she took her identity into her own hands and took better care of her voice. She had thought that she would take it out of the border and go on her own.
She just went to the store to get some dry food, and as soon as she came out, the sound at the door was gone, and the locals saw the whole process stop, and she said, “Go after her, the girl is being too grumpy to be seen by the people of the city, who are afraid that there will be so many more.”
It’s a place where a bunch of savages speak with their fists, and it’s beyond the control of the authorities. In the gladiatorial arenas, if you have absolute power, the flowers are yours, the women are yours, the wealth is yours, the lives of others are yours.
As soon as we entered the arena, the teacher was frightened by the high and intense atmosphere in the arena, and everyone was screaming hysterically, and the bells were running, and the dealer was so excited by the rain of money.
And in the middle of the air, the one with his hands tied tight, his mouth covered in rags, his eyes filled with tears, was he or was he or was he scared?
She’s the one!
No evil pupils shrunk, tight hands.
When the white man came to the gladiatorium, he ran into a scene like that.
A large crowd of people took to the battle, and started a long gun with their hands and turned to the man in front of them.
“Big guy, did you win and you let go? I’m sorry.
And then all of us boiled.
It was an open-minded fight, a young man who came from nowhere, carrying a burden, with a clean face and a handsome eye, clearly a face, in stark contrast to a handsome man who fought against him.
Master, the princess is there! I’m sorry.
His men were standing in their ears, but he raised his hand, he dazzled his eyes, he looked at the “frequent guests” of the battle, and he turned the beads, if he thought about it.
“No hurry. Let’s see. I’m sorry.
A month ago, King Hag Kong, a friend of Liang, was present as Minister of Liang, but did not want to go back to the palace. The princess escaped in the middle of the night and asked him to look for days. It was hard to get word that he had come to the town without trying to “strike the gold in the middle of the road” and that the enemy was a friend, but only to watch it change and then to plan.
It’s a good look.
The young man, who stood up and fought hard, seemed to take care of the burden on his back and was subjected to it, and finally, under the hammer of a strong man, he stepped back, fell down on the stage, and his mouth was bleeding.
The mid-air hanged Princess Rusing gruesomely wrinkled, and a beautiful little face had become a tearman.
“Do you admit to losing? “The strong man is on his feet and the hammer is on his feet.
“No, no, no. I’m sorry.
The hand shivering with the silver gun, with blood dripping in its hair, the teacher rising his head with no evil, and the strong man laughing with his eyes on his face, with his hammer on his head and the wind on his face, was about to fall.
In a full-of-a-breathing, one thing flew in over the top of the head and struck the hammer in the hand of the strong man by three points!
It’s only when you’re looking at it in the light of a giant luminous light.
It’s all over.
And when it was too late, a man came in the shadows, and the white robes hunted and ran over the heads of the people, and fell before the master.
The series of movements that occurred only in a short moment, when the people returned, there was one more man on the stage.
With white hair, with white eyes, with white clothes, as if they were Buddha.
And as soon as his cuffs came into his hand, the beads on the earth were shining in the earth, and covered with the platitudes of the platitudes, and he was not able to speak the magic.
“There’s another nosy guy. “The hammered man is in a state of shock, and the tiger’s mouth is still in pain, and his mouth is full of violence.
“Doesn’t matter? “The sound of cold and cold will sound word for word as if a storm in the snow had soared, it would be full of horrors.
He played with the beads, turned his head, looked at him with his blood-stained teacher and looked deep into his ink.
Immediately thereafter, the sound of a clear-sighted sound resounds in the shadows.
“It’s not me, it’s me, it’s me, it’s the fiancée who hangs. I’m sorry.
4
It’s in the hands of the Secretary-General.
Despite all the explanations he has given, Baek sees Princess Rueing’s face, but he has misunderstandings: “The princess has fled for the sake of this man, who, in addition to being a woman, dares to strike with a sense of humor…”
If the devil is scary, then the white man is worse than the ghost.
When Princess Rueen stopped him, he turned the beads and laughed. “I don’t kill the princess’s lover, I torture him in a thousand ways. I’m sorry.
The journey to Kyoto is long and far away.
“The princess believed, for one moment he would beg me to kill him. * And then he threw it away, and he laughed and went. *
It’s the day that the masters fall into hell.
Through the desert, she was tied behind camels, walking in, and subjected day after day to the burning of the sun, without water, without food and occasionally with whipping and bruises.
The tears of Princess Rueing, who was sitting in the front wagon, were dry, but there was nothing to be done about her.
He is only a devil, and he is not free of the beads, nor seeking any rest.
In the light of the moon, Princess Ruin, who had come out of nowhere, was frightened and saw the sudden appearance of her face.
This time, he just smiled and played with the beads, and his tone was unclear.
“The princess can’t see the princess, nor the princess can’t see her, but the princess needs it, so that your lover will suffer less. I’m sorry.
After all, turn around, there is no more hardship.
But because of this day of the sand is the life of one of his people, and he does not wish to be smitten, but to turn to another corner, turning the bells in the middle of the moon, and praying silently.
In the wind, there was no evil in the teacher’s breath, and in the pale of her face, Princess Rusing came to her ears suddenly, shaking her voice as if it could no longer be tolerated. I’m sorry.
It was only a while before the idea of running away, as if God had mercy, that a unique opportunity was given.
He was stabbed.
He had many enemies in the middle, and this was the best chance to do something, and, despite the good security he was about to arrive at the junction, he was caught by an ambushed killer.
On that day, the yellow sand rolls, the soldiers speak out, the killers are clearly targeted, the sword shines, the white king can’t take care of each other and the master can’t control her.
“I don’t know who’s going for heaven’s sake, cut it off and save the world from evil!” I’m sorry.
And the teacher turned back, and he looked back, not for the purpose, but the pupils shrunk when he was cut with a sword.
The sharp sword is drawn in the right arm, and the blood flows straight, and the tatters of the garments open, and a red mark of the size of the stone appears as a twilight.
It shall be a birthmark, and a birthmark which the master knows no more than evil.
Her hands were shaking, her breath was hurried, and tears were shed in her eyes.
Princess Rueing can’t get back to the gods, and the people around him have gone out like wind, and they’ve taken a white horse, and they’ve gone straight to the white bells surrounded by the killers, and they’ve lost their voice, and they’re staring at her with their eyes.
You’re not evil, you’re not evil!
5
It’s like a long dream, and it’s like you’re in the water, floating, and you don’t know it.
It seems that many years ago, in the small village of the dog, he was a young child with dark hair, pure eyes and smiles.
“Here you are, sister. I made it up. I’m sorry.
The rag is in the courtyard, and the side of the sun is warm and tender, and he hangs his chin, and murmurs, “You look good, sister.” I’m sorry.
The woman turned around, but she was not young, but she had a tough, age-appropriate face and reached out to his crotch and laughed: “One mouth speaks nicely. I’m sorry.
He looked up at her, “So are you happy? I’m sorry.
She slit her lips for a long time, nod her head, “Happy.” I’m sorry.
So they looked at each other and laughed, and the wind blew through the courtyard, and the heavens and the earth were still.
At the age of age, two orphans came together, slept together, lived together, and had a decent home.
And if darkness had not come, and the shadow had not gone, he would not have fallen into hell.
In the stone cave, the white light is awakening to a face nearer to the master without evil. He struggles to calm his breath, for a long time, and he says, “What are you doing? I’m sorry.
It’s only then that the teacher came back, “Yes, he’s examining your wound. I’m sorry.
She turned her back, adjusted her breath, unwittingly held her hands and cried.
The red moles of the eye, the thin lips, the birthmarks on the arms, except for one wrong white hair, were right.
My heart’s on the rise, and there’s a laugh on the back, “Oh, yeah, I don’t know. I’m sorry.
Even if he could not be seriously hurt, he would not change his teeth, and the teacher would not take a breath and ignore it.
It was the third day after the assassination, and they were trapped in a stone hole waiting for help.
When the master came down from the sky without any evil, he became one of the most prominent men in the land, and he managed to get rid of the hard-hit killers and lost his way in the desert.
The division was familiar with the terrain and marked along the way, temporarily placing the Queen in a stone hole.
The rest of the life after the robbery was happy, but in the process, there was a question that the White Minister couldn’t understand: “I can’t think of any reason why you should save me. I’m sorry.
When he asked the question, the teacher was trying to fix his wounds, smelling his hands, saying things that were wrong and wrong, “I can’t think of anything, and I might not have saved you.” I’m sorry.
The atmosphere between the two was often delicate, but in any case, the teacher saved his life.
So in the middle of the night, the White Council will say, “If there is no Princess Ruth, maybe we can be friends.” I’m sorry.
The teacher opened his eyes in the dark, breathed long, for a long time, asked him, “Why are you young and white? I’m sorry.
A little quiet over there, and then a smile, “You want to know? I’m sorry.
“Think. “The teacher has no evil heart beating.
“What’s the matter?” I’m sorry.
No words overnight.
The teacher held his breath all night and finally sent it the next day.
When she changed her medicine, she asked her, “Why do you keep the burden? I’m sorry.
“What’s the matter? I’m sorry.
So he took a good look, and laughed, and turned on the beads, and picked out his eyes, and said, “Shall it.” I’m sorry.
Six.
After her departure, the young man, who had not to go to war, seemed to have fallen in the sky when he learned the truth, and one day, he ran out of the house and tried to chase her in the middle of the road without expecting a strange man.
It’s a real weirdo with white hair and crazy head. I’m sorry.
Afterward, the White House looked at itself, looking at a white hair, whether it was a cause for sighs or hate.
He was caught by a madman who had gone mad at his hands. No, perhaps he should call him Master. He lived many dark days.
He forced him to practice his work and to scold him as if he were in hell, but it was the same madman who taught him his strange tricks, and he escaped after his death, so he went to battle to do his best, so he made his way up, and ended up in peace, and became the Buddha of the day.
He went to war to look for his sister, but the man was far away, and his sister knew neither where he was, nor whether she was alive or dead.
So he began to pray to the Buddha, and he did not believe in it, but he prayed for her, a decade as a day.
He hoped that she would live and that he would find her, that he would tell her that he was no longer a weak child, that he was capable of protecting her, that he would give her a better life, that she would not be lost, and never.
You’d rather have your balls? When the world was weak, he took a “white picture” for himself, he vowed to be strong, so strong that he would never have to taste “lost.”
Now he has weight in his hand as if everything was in his hand, but he wakes up on the night of the cold wind, touching a string of beads on his hand and feeling nothing.
The heart beats in the chest, and then again, he closes his eyes and tears wet the pillow towel.
Only because he who made him pray day and night has not returned.
“It is not my mercy that you were lucky to see the princess on you that night, but it coincided with her birthday, and I do not wish to be insolent.” I’m sorry.
“What’s the point of that?” After years of begging, she never came back, and I don’t know if I’ll ever see her again in my life…”
The sound is dark, resounding in the stone caves, and it hears no evil in the darkness, with tears pouring out.
“You must have suffered a lot over the years. She tried to keep her voice quiet, but she was still shaking, “but your sister saw you, but she wasn’t always happy.” I’m sorry.
It’s quiet, it’s cold, “Why? I’ve given her the best. I’m sorry.
“But how much blood have you put on your hands and how many people have died, are you sure she wants to see? I’m sorry.
“Standing high, under the name of the Jade Buddha, or being murdered, your sister-in-law would have preferred to have you left that day and to remain in that small village, where you have lived a normal life.” I’m sorry.
But when it comes to the place of love, and forgets to hide its tone, and when it comes to masters, it comes to them, it is too late, and it is silent, and suddenly it opens its mouth, and the sound is a word in a dark stone hole.
“Who are you? I’m sorry.
7
Who is it? Is it the sister who washed and cooked in the old village, or is it the teacher who did the Gingo Iron Horse on the battlefield?
And she asked herself, once and for all, in the endless night of the sand, to return to her home, and to the former?
She was in a military camp full of boys, changed her face, completely dumped her daughter, biting her teeth in a difficult environment, and she was afraid she would not have been able to carry on long ago without the sting.
The young and in-house chief discovered her secret once, unwittingly, on the side of the river of the low moon, and she had no time to get to shore and dress, and suddenly turned back, quickly untied her belt and jumped into the river.
She almost screamed and thought he was going to do something before she found out that someone had come with a light, that he was just covering up for her and that she had escaped.
But since then, their relationship has been delicate, because of the secret that they all protect.
He treated her well, silently during the day, but protected her without trace on the battlefield.
They have known each other for nine years and have been at the border gates together, fighting and killing each other and watching the Long River sunset.
If it is not pure to start a military service, later she really enjoyed being a soldier.
She took the robe as a spiritual leader and, like a guiding light, lighted her way forward, making her feel how happy it was to be able to guard the border and defend her country.
But in the end he died in her arms, raising his hands full of blood, laughing at her, saying, “No evil, no man is born in the heavens and the earth, no man can die for his country, the body of the Marge, and the long sleep of the desert, which is my best destination, only, but only a pity…”
For nine years, they were the best partners in life and death, and his most regrettable death was his inability to take off her uniform, to wear red makeup, to welcome her through the door and to make her his wife.
She cried so badly that he could not keep her alive and wished her well.
How do you live? One day she failed to exonerate him and the Yan family for justice, and she was forced to let go.
Yes, justice, that’s why she worked so hard to hide behind his ashes, to hide from the enemy, to escape from the pursuits, to step on the yellow sands and to march towards the royal beam.
Thirty thousand Yan soldiers fought and shed blood and sand, while their faithful souls knew the heavens and the earth, they turned their backs on the charge of “association with the enemy.”
The long delay in the arrival of the reinforcements, when it was difficult to do so, was not to clean up the mess, but rather to wave a sword at one’s own people, killing those who had survived.
On that day, the city of Yellow Sand, which was almost like a purgatory, ended with a wave of war and another wave of murder that began unexpectedly.
She escaped from her life after nine years of death, still awakening in the middle of the night, dreaming of the unending nightmare.
It’s not just a beating heart in the chest, it’s hot hate, it’s deep in the bone marrow.
The 30 000 Yan soldiers were destroyed and not only failed to claim their grievances, but were also falsely accused of turning black and white, under the name of treason.
The iron-bone men can die, but not be defiled!
The only good thing about the teacher is that Yan didn’t see the scene, or he wouldn’t rest in peace under the Nine Springs!
Fortunately, God had mercy and left her alone, with ashes on her back, with yellow sand on her feet, and with the faith of fire in her heart, she must arrive in Liangdu, in holy speech, and seek justice for her former comrades!
“He won’t let me be his survivor, but how can I repent on the battlefield when I have promised?”
In the stone cave, the Division sheds no evil tears and caressssss the urn in inch of the urn in the hand, and the sky outside is lit unwittingly and the night passes.
The first light of the morning was thrown into a stone hole, the teacher raised his head, with tears visible, and she looked straight at her face and looked at her bones in sorrow.
“I don’t want you to be rich, I don’t want your coat, and if you think I’m your sister, just do one thing for me.” I’m sorry.
What? His eyes were burning, his hands shaking, and he knew what his sister was going to say.
“You are now under one man and over a thousand people, and I want you to take me to the palace to help me find the man behind the scenes, to clear the name of the Yan army and to shed light.” I’m sorry.
Indeed, he closes his eyes, and his fingers tremble, and the sun is pouring out, and he can’t stop cold.
8
When finally found by the guards, the teacher helped the White Secretary to walk out of the stone hole, the excited Princess Ruth came forward and clearly sensed something different…The difference between the two people now.
Once again on the road, the teacher-skilling treatment has been very different, not only from being in a carriage, which is delicious and delicious, but also being examined three times a day, from top to bottom.
Princess Rueing is in a state of shock, and it’s just a smirk, and it’s like, “After all, saving his life, even if it’s the Jade Buddha’s death, can’t understand the truth about the truth.” I’m sorry.
The wind is too long and the day goes by so fast that a troupe emerges from the desert, and the teachers look out from the window from time to time, looking at the direction of the palace, burning and longing.
Her brother had promised her that she would be helped to get justice back, but everything would have to wait until after the wedding.
Bigamy? Whose bigamy? It was only when she asked for the exit that she was wrong.
For some reason, it’s so heavy, it’s like you can’t tell.
Her brother was finally a grown-up, married and had children, singing for other girls and making up for other girls … It’s so good, but why she’s so bored with her chest like she’s going to split up again.
But it’s as if you see what she wants, hold her hand, and see with certainty, “Assy, whoever married, it’s a trade-off. You have to believe that only you are the most important person in the world. I’m sorry.
Her voice was strong, her words were true, her eyes were relative, and she was obstinate.
They all went through too much and changed too much over the years, and he had become her most familiar stranger, neither in his appearance nor in her city’s position, and he was no longer the brother of the old village, but it was at this moment that something deep in the bone marrow came out again, spilling over her entire chest so that she could blur her sight without realizing it.
Yeah, no matter how they change, they’ll always be the closest people in the world, and no hard time can be erased by sleeping together.
What else can she be? So his heart was loose, he smiled, he looked at him, and he held his hand.
The carriage had finally arrived in Liangdu and was in a state of joy, but the fate of the teacher had become a problem.
Princess Zhou won’t let go until the teacher is in her ear, explaining to her, “I have some business to discuss with the Master. Don’t worry, I’ll go see the Princess. I’m sorry.
This is why Princess Rueing let go of her hand and took a look at her face, and for half a day went into the carriage and drove towards the palace.
The teacher was relieved and turned back and smiled, but did not find anything flashing in his eyes.
The teacher began to settle down in the Constabulary, where she was placed in a separate courtyard, with flowers and grass, quiet and quiet, and a nice garden.
She’s the one who knows best.
He seems to be dealing with a lot of things every day, and only at dusk is he free to come to the yard and stay with his teacher.
And there was a twilight round, and the twilight lays its garments in the courtyard, and the wind blows in its wake, and suddenly it is carried behind it, and the familiar and tired sound comes in its ears.
I’m scared. I’m sorry.
She said, “What are you afraid of?” I’m sorry.
The white man who doesn’t speak, he just stomps on her waist, he sways with tenderness, and if a servant comes in at this time, he’ll be scared to death.
“It’s nothing, it’s just a lot of things in the middle, a bit tired. I’m sorry.
When the subject was brought up, he suddenly breathed to his master’s ears, with his lips dazzled, and he picked the corner of his eye, and a red mole turned on.
Sister, can you show me a dress? I’m sorry.
Hands out to the frame’s make-up box, looking at the faces of the person in the mirror, and the teacher is as good as the rest of the world.
It’s a long dress in platitude, but it’s fine, and it’s a needle in the heart, and when it’s easy to wear it properly, breathe in, and push the door out, the teacher hits the eye of the white bell.
And the wind and the sun shall be full, and the heavens and the earth shall be as if they were silent, except for each other.
It’s been a while since I’ve blinked and laughed. I’m sorry.
It’s like a long time ago, the rag dress was in the yard, and the side of the sun was warm and tender, as he stood on his chin.
“You look great, sister.”
And long as a dream, the wind is blowing, and the wind is plunging, and it has not been seen for many years.
The teacher stood by the door, remembering his past, and he cried, and said, “A mouth will say good things to make people happy. I’m sorry.
“Are you happy? He rises up in the sunset, as if he were dreaming.
“Happy. I’m sorry.
So the white robe in the courtyard smiles, and it’s like a gold bed, and it’s like a picture, and it’s like a demon.
In the low murmurs of her throat, this time, the teacher, without evil, saw the light turn of her brother to the beads and the ignominy of her eyes.
9
On the day of the big wedding, the city was full of fireworks and the Emperor Liang was happy.
She thought she was going to make a scene, but she did not realize that she was in a red dress and went into the sedan and went to the Constabulary.
Without crying or making a sound, they didn’t even say a word until when the candles were swung, and when they drank a drink, their head was lifted out of the air, and it was only when the white eyes were shrunk, that they stood up, and they understood at once.
Of course, Princess Ruth won’t cry, because under the head, that fat, fragrance face, not anyone else, his sister!
“How can this be?” The white lady’s finger-to-fist, who hasn’t been able to see her for a long time. No wonder he hasn’t seen her all day.
The teacher sitting by the bed without evil, without heeding his panic, only smiled and his voice cooled and said, “You used to be in the army and now you marry the princess, as if you’d lived for the rest of your life, but tonight I’d be in charge for myself once…”
And she looked up to him, and the face in the light was so moving, but she cried, a word,
“Face-Face, White-Face, aren’t you going to tell me? I’m sorry.
When the sound of a thunder struck and the white beam shuddered, for example, when he learned that “stealing the beams for pillars” was lost, his eyes were pounding, his face was pale, his heart was not clear, he came, he came, he came, he finally came…
When she caressed the ashes one inch by inch from the stone, he knew that he should take his life and hide.
She was in the shower when she went to visit Princess Rueing with the Diocese badge.
As soon as she turned back, she saw a face she missed.
She couldn’t wait to scream, she was covered in her mouth, staring in her eyes, and the teacher opened her mouth. I’m sorry.
It’s natural that Princess Zhueing in the pool is out of his mind, thinking that he’ll finally figure out how to take her and run away without thinking about the next sentence, and she’ll be in the pool.
“A man who wishes to marry the princess is me. I’m sorry.
In the fog, the teacher stood up, his hands were stretched to the chest, ten fingers of fiber, and he began to dedress.
She solved it slowly, one by one, and calmly until she was naked and completely exposed to Princess Ruth.
“It’s not a lie and a false love that the princess has taken the liberty to do one thing for the princess and one thing for herself. I’m sorry.
“I personally sent her away, and she cried in my arms, and she said it wasn’t my fault, but she didn’t know if she’d ever meet someone who would be moved by the years ahead…”
In the new room, the shivers of the shivers, the tears flashing, the sighs of mercy, “What a… silly girl. I’m sorry.
“But the dumber is my brother. “How can you think that you can hide from me, that you’ll be all right for the rest of your life?” I’m sorry.
On the day when he took her from behind him in the evening, he said: Sister, I am afraid. I’m sorry.
Of what? She left him again because she was afraid of the truth.
He asked her to change her into a woman’s dress, and he looked at her, and she remembered the scene of her childhood, but when she was lying in bed at night, she felt something wrong.
So, after the late night of sleeplessness, she began to pay heed to his every move and eventually heard the worst of the facts on the roof when his heart came to him and closed the door to conspiracies.
Her body was in a state of shock and her hands were almost unsettled and she fell off the roof.
She heard how they made their way through the terrible battle at the border, where they delayed the reinforcements, then massacred the remaining Yan family troops, then carefully designed how to push the “false” case onto the Seven Kings and bring him down once and for all.
I’m afraid when the Seven Kings fall, they won’t know how they died.
It is only in this fine “no kill in the field” that Yin Yan, along with his army, died innocently and unwittingly as a blood-scattered, partisan pawn.
What a terrible truth, if it were a choice, the teacher would never have heard it, but she knew or knew and told her to avoid it.
The shadow held her hands in the carriage, and the words of faith turned back in her ear, “Ah, you must believe that only you are the most important person in the world. I’m sorry.
How moved it was at this moment, how hateful it was to bite on the lips, and the blood beads came out of the tip of the heart.
10
The swallows died in the hands of the masters, and the masters died in the eyes of the children.
In the new room, her mouth was bleeding, her tears were grotesque and unspoken in light.
“Big Yan will blame me for having planned two shots of wine, but instead of making you sick, or letting you drink a non-venom drink, and it’ll be a lie to old times, even if I’m scarred, and it’ll hurt you and hurt my old brother.”
She sits by her bed, sits on her back, and she goes on for him, and now she’s married for the princess, as if she’s been living for the rest of her life.
And this time he will drink of the wine of his own blood, and he will go under the yellow spring and redeem himself in the presence of the swallow.
She walked through the days of the yellow sand, carrying his ashes, and said that she would not be able to live as a survivor, but that she had failed his promise, and that she would not be able to pay for her life, except for her life.
“No, no, no, I’m wrong. Don’t go, don’t leave me, I’m wrong…”
In the new room, he cried long ago as a tearman, shivering and holding on to his master, with blood on his hands and red with beads in his arms and never leaving him.
He looked for her for more than 10 years and prayed for more than 10 years, not because Buddha had not protected him, but because he had killed his sister himself as a demon.
“Don’t go, I won’t go to heaven. Don’t go to heaven. I just want you.
In the cry of the tearing of her heart and her lungs, the eyes of her master, without evil, grew disillusioned, and she looked towards the void, reaching out her hand in tremors, and showing her last smile.
She saw clearly that, in the middle of the air, her youngster came to her and smiled with his eyelids bending, and she said, “Here, sister, I’ll make it up.” I’m sorry.
The sun was so good that the wind was so cold and so hot.
Record number: YX01NPmadWjZ3DVA7
Vietnamese
The love of the palace, the hatred of the princess.
Late Night Emotion Institute, etc.
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I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
