What’s the most beautiful rebirth to recommend? – What?
I jumped down the palace floor in front of his moonlight.
Open my eyes, I was reborn that night with him.
This time, I’m back on top of Wang Ji, and he’s my son-in-law.
I didn’t think about it.
“I’ll give you a break, and I’ll marry a cat and a dog and beg in the street, and I won’t marry you!”
(i)
The palace people say that the Queen is crazy and that since she mised the venom, her voice has become deafening, as if she were old.
The blow was perhaps too heavy and she began to get crazy, often climbing to the roof in the middle of the night and singing under the moon with her bare feet.
The sound of it will certainly be deafening, and it will not be an old euphemism, but an enormity.
The people of the palace were bitter, but they were given orders in secret, leaving the Queen to die and to go mad and mad.
One moment, the great Queen’s bed, and the lonely Queen, like a cold palace.
In the spring of this year, the Emperor defeated the Red slave and led a vast army of 300,000 troops, and returned.
He went all the way down to the Queen’s House, where he had no time to remove his armour.
“I’m back.”
If she finds the bell from the snow in the backyard, she stands on the roof, with her bare feet in the night wind and walks around in thinness, as if she would fall off without a look.
She was still humming her home tune with her dumb voice, as if her eyes were groaning.
“Queen, I am back.”
He said again, softly, like a child: “I know about your voice and don’t worry, I’ll find the best doctor to heal you, and you’ll be fine.”
He took a deep breath, “Yes.”
The man on the roof, who swooped in red and danced in the wind and looked to the moon, laughed at his lips and looked cold as a knife.
“Thank you, many years of husband and wife, will you still act before me?”
The sound of the old sound echoes in the wind, and the words point to the heart.
“How can you not know that I was born on the shore of my home, and that I was unique in colour, and that I was so good at medicine as a child, and that I was stupid enough to take poison?”
“Do you know who killed me and whose ears and ears were all over the palace, and you know it all too well, but who led a bunch of palace men into my bedroom, held me down, and forced me to pour down that venomous fruit juice?
“You are merely trying to protect that man and the only love in your heart. Whatever she did to me, you will not pursue him, and I, the Queen, is nothing, and I will never know when I will die in my bed.”
The red is flying, and the bell brings a sarcasm at the lips of the snow, and the words that you can barely say are called “hello.”
“In that case, don’t play in front of me. I’m sick of it.”
The wind is so cold, it’s so cold.
“Queen, I… “and thank you for the silence and for the change of name when I opened my mouth. “
He used the word “I,” not “I.”
And “Pretty” is also the name of the daughter of the bell from the snow, and thanks to her loved ones, but no one in the world has called her this since her family lost her family, and thanks to her for taking off her false love mask.
And now that she hears it again, she just feels so sarcastic. Isn’t she naive and childish?
“Thank you for your help. In a world of chaos, you came to my father, became a son-in-law who left my house with my father’s strength, became a master of one side, flattened the sea, and now even became an emperor, holding over the earth.”
“You stepped on my bell from the royal tiara, step by step to the position of today’s son-in-law, who came to the throne with the care and deception of a woman, and in the end you call him the emperor, do you think this is the biggest joke in the world?”
The word “son-in-law” was the worst thing he ever wanted to mention, and now the bell has lifted his scars in front of his face, obstinately obstinately obscuring his humble past, but he was so pale that he could not say “no” –
Because what she says is true.
The moonlight was on the red coat, and her lips were smiling and tears were shed from her eyes.
“All these years, not because you owe me too much, but because I’m stupid enough to think that you’re sincere about me, stupid enough to think that as long as I’m standing behind you, giving up without regret, I can wait until you look back at me, but I’m wrong, I’m so wrong…”
It’s as if it’s the last outburst of life, with a fit of hysteria.
The bell rises from the snow, on its head, on its back, on its back, in its garbs, and on its husks, it rises sharply to its natural pride and dignity.
“I was born in the Queen’s House, and my parents taught me how to be a noble woman who could never be trusted in the whole world…
“A man’s heart is perplexed, deceiving, and the world’s most incorruptible, and all his vows are ludicrous, and it’s the greatest misfortune of my life to meet you.”
The sound of the squeaky and dumb echoes in the night, and as soon as it’s noticed, there’s something going on, there’s something going on:
“You’re too dangerous to come down here.
The roof of the palace is as high as the wind’s hunting room, and the bell returns to the snow’s last eyes, and it’s so beautiful.
“Okay, I’m coming down.”
She danced with her arms open and red, as if a purified lunar butterfly had landed in the night sky, with a huge relief, and fell into the wind with no love.
As if a copper mirror were to burst, and there was not but the last sound of a heart torn apart in heaven and earth.
“Pretty!”
(ii)
It was as if there had been an extremely long dream, when the bell opened its eyes to the snow, only the red silk on top of its head, with a handsome, long-haired figure holding a cup of wine, with a desire to kiss her lips.
“The Sheriff, from this day forward, we are husband and wife.”
The handsome face, full of tenderness, is beyond the control of any woman in the world, but only a once dead bell knows how gruesome the man is.
She’s got a hard-on, turned over the glass and pushed off the wrong hyena.
“Don’t touch me!”
It was true that everything was so true, not so dark, nor dreamless, but it was true that the bell went from snow to snow, and that she had just returned to her son-in-law a few decades ago.
She was born again, and as her heart fell apart and she died, God gave her an incredible opportunity to start over again.
“The Sheriff?”
The bridegroom’s glamorous words of gratitude, and the bell opened his hand from the snow, and she looked at him in the eye, and in her speech she had a heart-carrying hatred.
“Don’t pretend that you have only one square view and don’t want to be my son-in-law. Don’t you think it’s disgusting to take away your false face?”
It was never possible for a young girl who was naive and gentle to see through an attempt to hide himself, let alone to speak to him like that.
And the beautiful one was dazzled in his face, and the bell ran from the snow but loathed it, and did not desire to be with him for a moment, but stood up and took off the crown of his head.
“I want a break! No, we haven’t even finished the ceremony, you can’t be my son-in-law. If I marry a cat and a dog and a beggar in the street, I won’t marry you!”
She hated the fall of the glass and was trying to take off her clothes again, while the thin wrists were tied by the man by the bedside.
And he was so extraordinary, even with tears in his eyes, as if he had suppressed an infinite amount of emotion, and in the middle of the red candles, he sounded, softly,
“Pretty.”
The sound of the bell, when struck by lightning, changed suddenly.
She never called her that before when she was married to Xie Xie Xie, and he kept calling her “shire master” with respect, which was later when the two were in love with her.
A strange thought appeared in her mind, and the next moment, the words of gratitude confirmed her conjecture.
“You’re back. Are you back?”
Like the devil’s eyes, the sun shines, murmuring the hands of the bell from the snow, as if they were reborn, afraid to lose again.
The bell leaves the snow, but it is cold in its wake, and it retreats, and she struggles to earn a thankful hand, and she has nothing to do with it, but to take away the door in full fear and panic.
No, it’s not true that the devil came along with her, and she’s never going to end up with him again.
The bell went to see her father and asked him to take it back, but he heard a sound in the hallway.
In this moment, the memory of the hour was drawn long away from the snow, and she saw brightly, and in her heart only a handsome and extraordinary young face appeared.
“Ningzun!”
(iii)
The moon hangs, fireworks and the night of Wang Jie’s big wedding, and the house is full of excitement, but only one place is cold, and only young people are watching his white horse.
Ning Zheng was a domestic slave to the palace of the King and his parents died early. He was in charge of guarding the stables and feeding his favorite horse.
No one in the house knew that the boy, who had always been silent, had the deepest secret in his heart.
That’s three words for him to dream about day and night.
He loved her so much, that he could only look at her so far and hide everything in his heart.
Tonight she was married and his heart was so bitter that he could only dance his sword in a small courtyard, listening to the sound of a white horse and feeling the bitterness of his heart.
Few people in the house know that they are gifted, martial arts, military books, stables and military camps.
The young man is full of blood, and he has the ambition to kill his enemies, to build his career, and the low status of a slave of Na Ho. He can’t go anywhere, he can hide his skills in the stables.
But there will always be a day of light, and the peace of the last life, and then it will end up on the battlefield, and it will smite its own face in the midst of the tumultuous world.
He was as powerful as she was, and he plotted to take the bell from the snow from the snow, except that the bell from the snow was still drowning in self-deception and was not willing to go with Ning.
That’s a mistake, and a lifetime.
And now she will not be mistaken again.
The moonlight, the young man’s sword’s beauty and beauty have always been accompanied by an indelible silence.
Until a familiar sound comes in the night wind: “Ninging!”
Young people look up and hardly believe their eyes…
And as a fire, and as a city of beauty, so that the wind would run towards him, and under the fireworks, it would be as a dream.
The sword in Ningzheng’s hand almost fell to the ground, until the young girl came up and held his hands tightly.
The bell runs from the snow, but its breath is not steady, but its eyes are bright, and behind her she comes as soon as she can.
And when a group of men came down, they heard the sound of the young girl as a bell, and the sound of the light of the moon,
“Ning, would you like to leave the royal family and be my husband?”
It was a terrible thing to say, that everyone was blinded, that a glamour of gratitude was so sharp as to hold a fist and a handsome face.
“My lady, I, I…”
I’d rather be suspicious than hear it wrong. How does it fit?
The son-in-law is the next heir to the royal family to be born of a child born of the old condition of the Zhong Zhong Qing who has a daughter who has no dignity in her capacity.
This son-in-law is of great importance, and the Prince has chosen in every way so that he can be chosen in English.
But no one thought that on the night of the wedding, the county governor would kick her ass and choose her husband.
“Ningjun, will you?”
When the eyes of a young woman in a red wedding dress were burned, and she asked again, and did not wait to answer her unsuspectingly, the voice of the hymn, as strong as its weight, was sounded under the night sky.
“The Sheriff!”
He tried to hold the bell from the snow, “Charlie, you’re drunk. Come with me.”
The hand hasn’t touched the wedding dress yet, and the girl has pulled her head out of the gold and has turned her back.
Thanks to the unexpected, there was an additional blood wound on the hand.
“Fuck off!”
And the bell swung from the sound of the snow, and the eyes were filled with guard and hatred, and were raging around, as if the face had not changed, and he was still moving forward with his bloody hand.
“I don’t know what I’m up against, but I hope the Sheriff gives me another chance to finish my wedding.”
And in the night, he was twirled and determined to look upon her, and there was something to say, as if he were to look at her with a heart.
“This time, I will never do anything wrong again, and I will live my life for the good of the county, for the good of me, for the good of my life, for the good of my life, for the good of my life, and for the good of my life, I will never cause any more harm to the county, and if I break it, I will be struck by lightning and killed.”
What an extraordinary word, but the irony of hearing the bell from the snow, and she seized the gold, and she was bound to find it in her breast.
“Stop and stay away from me!”
There were tears in their eyes, and the night passed over the robes of both of them, as though the past had become countless pieces, and they danced among them.
And in the sight of the eyes is a complex emotion that no one can see, but only they themselves.
“Thank you, Your Promise, and I will never believe it!”
“I said, I will not take you as my son-in-law, the ceremony is not finished, you and I have nothing to do, how far you go and I will never see you again in this world!”
As if she had eaten and breathed, but she had not turned back, but she had been waiting for the bell to leave the snow, and his eyes were redened, and suddenly he sounded low, and only she could hear.
I was wrong.
When a pyrotechnic explodes, it shines their faces on each other, and the bell shudders a second from the snow, and the hand holding the gold shiver.
Not until she calms down, far away, and the old lord who heard the sound of his arrival says, “What are you doing? Stop!
(iv)
As if the rumour had spread overnight, she had seen a young man in the house and had stabbed her son-in-law, a handsome young woman who had fallen in love with him.
It is natural that this handsome “thank you” means “thank you” and that, although he has left the royal family, he is well known, has a face and is not of unknown origin.
Although his family has fallen in a world of chaos, he is a great help to him if he is still able to support an army of thanks to his own and has played the name of the “Sweet Hand”.
It was no accident that the bell-free master could choose him.
“There is no more suitable candidate than Shifu, who is well-versed, and who has no shame on me to leave the royal family, or on the other hand, on the other hand, to help me open the land and find a perfect son-in-law.”
Looking before him and insisting on his daughter, the King was incomprehensible.
“How did you change your tongue overnight, even though you didn’t marry him? And what did the horseman give you with, like, ecstasy?
“What kind of a wolf is he? He’s a hero, he’s a hero, he’s a hero, he’s a hero, he’s a hero, he’s a hero, he’s a hero, he’s a hero, but he doesn’t want to lure a wolf into his house and he bites him.”
If not, who can believe in rebirth? No matter what the bell says, the Prince thinks she is talking nonsense, and even thinks that she has been abetted and has become obsessed with her daughter.
“That’s enough. Say one more word and I’ll send someone to kill the horseman right now!”
“There’s only one son-in-law in this king’s heart, and there’s only one son-in-law, and there’s only one son-in-law, and there’s only one son-in-law, and there’s no way to change this marriage.
“If you want to do anything, you’ll have to wait for the horseman.”
She was held in solitary confinement for the time being, and she was afraid to do anything to save her life.
During this period, she was brutally kicked out of the door if she came to visit her day by day, and on one occasion she hit him on the forehead with the plaque he had sent.
Until that day, she brought a message.
The king is about to go to war, and the bell will serve as Wang Jie, along with her son-in-law, Xie Zhou, to pray for this battle in the temple.
This is what happened in the last life, when the bell came from the snow, and it was only because of this great battle that her father was captured by the enemy, and she was saved as if she had been riding with Flying Cloud 13, but he had brought back a corpse.
This is the moment when the bell comes from the second half of the tragic snow.
The death of His Majesty, the chaos of the bell, the power of the army, and the thunderbolts quickly stabilized the situation and, above all, won the hearts and minds of the people.
The poor ones were naive and ignorant when the bell came from the snow, but only as if they were her only support after her father’s death, but they knew nothing. It was his wolf’s ambition that caused her father’s death, that the bell fell apart from the royal family, and that they became a puppet behind him.
To be deceived by him, to be used by him, and to be loved by the woman whom he truly loved, and to be hurt in every way.
When one looks at these past events, one can hate the fact that the snow is coming.
“Do you swear to God that my father died at the hands of the enemy? Did you ride to war with Flying Cloud 13 to save my father or to take his life?”
In the face of the bell from the snow, the light in the room is as silent, the bell is red from the eyes of the snow, and it’s slapping so hard!
“You bastard!”
If you don’t hide, just say, “I’m sorry.”
He seemed to have made mistakes in her life, but she no longer believed him and concluded that everything was his disguise.
“Don’t worry, I have a way to keep your father off the battlefield. I’ll keep him for you.”
Even when she heard it, she couldn’t believe it. When she was stunned, the first reaction was, “What do you want from me?”
If she is a man who never loses, she will be a deal.
But this time, thank you for your answer, but the bell was unexpected.
“What if I say I want to redeem myself and get your heart again from the beginning?”
In a low-pitched tone of mourning, the bell was misheard, and she roused her eyebrow, almost sarcasmly: “There is no outsider here, who are you going to look at?”
She’s no longer stupid enough to think that she really loves her and really sees her as a treasure.
How could he be half-hearted to her when he was only cheating and using her?
Listen to the sarcasm of the bell from the snow, and it’s as bitter as a smile, and without saying much, he just suddenly turned up and said, “You’re not at all wondering why I’m reborn with you?”
It’s a snowy bell. Yeah, but how could she be here if she was alive?
“Did you not want to tell me that you were martyred for me?” The bell smiles from the cold to the cold, and the lips are even more pompous.
“How do you know not?”
He stood up, his lips swung, the bell fell from the snow, and looked upon him unexpectedly.
The face was still the youngest and the deepest in her heart.
“You believe or not, I am so glad that this world has been with you from the beginning that I will prove to you that our lives will be changed.”
“I am no longer the heartless, heartless emperor who hurt you in every way, nor will you be the bell from the Queen who was poisoned by the dumb voice and finally turned into a dead end.”
(v)
The Lord may indeed love this son-in-law, but only because of his view of the sky at night, his offer to sit down in the capital city would be more conducive to war. The Lord was convinced, somehow, that he would not be attached to the battlefield, but decided to go to the temple with the snow.
There’s an additional figure in the team that was suddenly promoted to the guard.
Of these, it is natural that the clock is running.
For a long time, she had a good time, and his temper had finally faded. He was the daughter in his hand, and he could not stop grinding the bubbling, and he agreed to her request.
“You can leave him with you, but don’t take him seriously, after all, if it’s your son-in-law, you’re going to have a sense.”
Men can have three wives and four concubines, while snow is a noble Wang Jie, and naturally they can take a “puppet” and “play” without harm.
On the way, the bell was completely oblivious to the ugly face of the snow, and from time to time she called Ning to talk, rubbing his sweat, feeding him some fruit cakes or something, and looking at the handsome face of a young man who was ashamed and red.
She finally understood what it was like to be in the queen’s seat.
When we were about to arrive at the temple, the chariot opened up and laughed: “Are you tired of trying to piss me off?”
When the bell comes from the snow, the pastry in his hand is thrown down on his face, “Foot, don’t give yourself any more money. As Wang Ji, I’m happy for who I am, and I have to show you?”
“It’s like you fed me a piece yourself, and I’m going to walk with you.”
The bell comes from the snow chord, picks up a warmer with its hand, and says, “I know what you want.”
He looked up, looked her in the eye, and raised his lips, “You’re going to pave the way for your little lover?”
It is only natural that a young man, born of domestic servitude, has a low status, has a difficult position, has a better way to travel than the snow, and has less to suffer.
If she was right, she tried to take Ning Ting to the temple and gave him the post of guardian, in order to get him to do a great job and get rid of his status as a domestic slave.
In the last life, when she was in the fire of the temple, she was assassinated in the Qing Jiayi Yu, as if she had been protecting her, and since then she has gained her full confidence and has plunged her into the false face of his affection.
This world, this opportunity to defend itself, is naturally left to those who truly value her.
She will not fail her heart, let alone accept her promise, and for her own sake, and for the sake of the bell, she must retire and choose her son-in-law to reverse the fate of the whole family.
“They say he’s not good enough for you, and you’re going to give him the status he deserves, but you know he’s going to be the master of one party sooner or later. Can’t you wait?”
The sound of the chariot, the voice of the radiant, and the hearing of him, is full of fire.
“Of course, every day I spend with you in the morning and in the evening, I will do whatever it takes to get rid of you.”
Words resonate in the car, with a slight change of face, but they still hold all the emotions, with their lips raised and smiled:
“Madama, I love your Zhang Tang claws today, which makes me feel like you’re alive and alive, and you’re not the dead Queen’s wife in the old palace, and I love it.
In an inexplicable remark, calling the bell the snow and giving her the creeps, she finally put up with it and smashed out the oven on her hand.
“Go to the doctor!”
(vi)
In order to wait for the assassins, the bells are almost always in that jade pool, and the assassins don’t come.
The assassins were sent from the side of the royal family to fight for power to remove the only heir from the snow.
In the past year, she had not only stopped a deadly sword for her and saved her life, but had also found out, by thunderbolt, the mastermind behind the scenes, and removed the ambitious bystanders from the royal house.
In this world, when she hoped that all of this would be done, she would be able to raise him in a proper manner, without being held hostage to her status as a slave, and to be the person who truly qualified to stand beside her.
Ning was hinted at the bell from the snow; he was standing out of the jade cisterns day after day, and had set up ambushes in secret, waiting for a net to catch him.
This night, the moon was cold and the bell came from the snow and set foot in the jade pool.
At the door, the face of Jun-soo was red, and a wooden carving came out of his arms and handed the bell to the snow in good faith.
“To Missy.”
He is the best sculptor, and every few days he gives the bell a little carving from the snow, or a little rabbit or a little pony, and every one of them is alive, but the best.
It’s worthless little things, but it’s not funny when the bell leaves the snow, and it’s in the glitter box.
This time, the Ningsing sent a smudged squirrel with a mountain fruit in his hand.
The bell comes out of the sky, smiles, smiles in the face, touches the back of the head, whispers: “Seen in the tree behind the hill, I also feed it, next time if…”
He seemed to have the courage to finally look into the eyes of the bell from the snow and say, “If the lady gets empty, I can take her to the back mountain and we can feed her, will you?”
As though the young man’s heart was beating fast, waiting in wait for the answer of the bell from the snow, and the night rose upon his garments, and the moon shined on his eyebrow’s face, and shined.
The bell was a bit dazzling from the snow, and it seemed that a general’s figure overlapped with a young man, and he reached out to her, and he wrote a word to her under the moon.
“My lady, I will take you away from the royal family, but I will protect you, even if there is war and chaos in the world, and I will spare you my life, and I will not ask you to suffer any more!”
That year, that time, that look.
If she did go with him, wouldn’t everything be different?
The eyes were damp, the bell was inhaled from the snow, and the squirted carvings of the squirrels in their hands were as tight as the fate of the world.
She looked straight to the teens, and Zhual smiled, and the words were soft and firm: “Well, I’d like to go with you anywhere.”
“Thank you, Ning, I’m happy.”
It was only when the squirrel’s carving entered the door, the bell was pulled by a hand from the snow, the body was pressed to the door and she was turned around, and she was crying for help, and her mouth was covered.
The next moment, she had her eyes burned in a fire of jealousy.
“Have you finished talking to your little lover? You’re touched by a few carvings. How unseen can you be a queen?”
Thank you for being as close as the bell from the snow, with a three-point smile on her face and a seven-point anger.
The bell bites on the hand without hesitation from the snow and struggles with the breathing: “Get away from me, get out!”
“Why go out? I’m your proper son-in-law to serve you?”
“If you can scream a little louder, your little lover can stay outside the door. If you and my husband want to do anything intimacy, I’m afraid he’ll hear you, and I’m afraid you won’t be able to let go.”
“Dignity!”
The bell cannot bear the snow, and the hand is thrown over, and the wrist is suffocated like an air.
“How shameless am I? Which part of you I’ve never seen, never touched? Have you done little in the former life of love between us and the bed?”
He pressed her back against the door, burning the air, and the other hand went into her clothes and went all the way up along her thin waist.
“Madama, I can’t wait. We’ll be in this pool today.
I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
