The General returned from the army and brought back a pregnant woman.
“Do you want to get married?” I’m sorry.
He said, “I only want to marry you.” I’m sorry.
We threw the seal at his forehead and roared: “I am the Emperor, be a man!” I’m sorry.
Scratching blood flows from his forehead to his eyebrow.
“Small and smile, I have kept you three times in the cold, and the ruins of the ostrich, I am here for you.”
A thousand troops alone. We had a deal. It’s yours. It’s mine. I’m sorry.
His words were clear and light, but bloodthirsty light was in his eyes.
This young general, this madman, is as beautiful as a painting.
I looked at him and couldn’t speak.
One.
I took the name Lim.
I’m Sherling, the royal princess. My grandfather came back from the battle, brought back the head of the Turkic prince, and brought back a battlefield relic.
Lonely.
I’m 14 years old, at the same age, and I’m not taller than the noble men in the capital.
But he was so handsome.
Grandpa said, “He’ll be one of ours from now on.
Words. I’m sorry.
I look at the little boy in front of me, and I think of him, and he’s got a name like “Rong and Bing.”
Can’t get to the side.
I asked my grandfather, “Does he have to take the name of an honorable teacher?” I’m sorry.
“Not necessarily. I’m sorry.
It was a great wind that swept over the heavens and the earth and all that is between them, and it ran all the way into the Divine Constabulary.
The wind held the flowers to his shoulder, and his black shirt was covered with pear white.
The little boy fell on his shoulder in silence, and I carried his hand to catch it.
Hold his finger.
He turned his hands back, and I looked straight into his cold, dark eyes.
Boo.
He is so beautiful, as a snowy mountain when the wind comes.
Grandpa coughed, and I laughed at him, and said, “Let’s have the forest.” @Ambassador: #Feb14
I told my mother that I wanted her to read it with her.
Maung is my twin brother, the five princes of today.
She smiled and said, “It may not be true that the forest is windy.” I’m sorry.
I wonder, “How many people do they want to read with them as princes?” I’m sorry.
She touched my head and laughed, and she said, “Some people have a hard spine.
Ling, you don’t understand.
I don’t get it, so I’m going to look for something.
He’s practicing swords, he’s tough, he’s got the power to kill and kill.
I spoke with joy, and I said a lot of things, and I read the Prince with him, and he said,
I concluded by saying, “So if you go to school with Mau, maybe
Your father can give you a half-time job! I’m sorry.
The forest wind finally looked at me, and the sword was like a rainbow, and it pierced me.
I felt a moment when he really tried to kill me.
I fell to the ground with a cold sweat on my forehead.
The edge of the sword stood at an inch in front of my front door.
I’m up. When I stood firm, he let go, and he said, “I don’t want to go.” I’m sorry.
I asked, “Why don’t you want to go and read with the prince? I’m sorry.
Lin’s wind didn’t answer.
I can’t use this. I’m sorry.
I was staring at his back, and I felt my hands pierced by embroidery.
It’s starting to hurt hard again.
Maung followed me, saw the whole thing, and he said, “Sister, he doesn’t
Worth it. I’m sorry.
I couldn’t hear a word from my head, and Maung fell in front of me, reaching out a finger to wipe my eyes.
Tears, comment: “The Crying Ghost.” I’m sorry.
I wiped his tears and looked at him, “The medicine can!” I’m sorry.
He was sick and ill, and he was the one who kept this from me. He’s white.
I took Sword from me and took me to the study.
It’s a habit to go to the library every time you practice martial arts. Go.
However, when we pushed the door open, the forest wind was talking to Grandpa on the side of the sand.
Grandpa saw us go in and laughed, “What brings you here?” I’m sorry.
Mahmu was laughing at the forest and throwing his ear on the sandpad.
“Let’s have a joke.” There’s a lovely man with 10 fingers and no sun.
A little while ago, he got hooked on embroidery, broke all ten fingers and barely embroidered a visible thing. She went to Babadi to give them away.
Forget it. Isn’t that funny?”
I’m pulling the Mahal’s sleeve, trying to keep him quiet.
Grandpa’s eyes stopped on the three of us, but he laughed.
A mausoleum smiled at himself, but his eyes didn’t laugh, turning his head and firing at another man:
“Do you think it’s funny? I’m sorry.
The wind lifted up the Sword-hoe and looked at it, and asked me, “You did it yourself.
Yes? I’m sorry.
I said, “The courtesan made it. I’m sorry.
“The 10 fingers of the Miyagi have been pierced.” I’m sorry.
I broke the jar and cried, “Yes, the blood is flowing!” I’m sorry.
Lin looked at me in the wind, smiled, put away his sword and said, “Then turn around.
Call the lady and tell her not to do it again. I’m sorry.
I’m blushing, I don’t know what to say.
He smiled and said something. Grandpa coughed and he took a good look.
I’m scared, shut up.
Grandpa smiled, “O Fung, I’m sorry.
“Yes. Grandpa asked, “You don’t want to be the companion of Mahu. Why? I’m sorry.
And the forest said: I am foolish, and I am not able to take the great task. I’m sorry.
Grandpa laughed and said, “You didn’t tell the truth. I’m sorry.
The sun came out of the window and brightened the handsome eyes of young men.
He’s my age, but he’s got his eyes like a fog.
No matter what.
“I want to follow the Master.”
Fight and avenge my family! I’m sorry.
Master Hsiao is my grandfather
Grandpa said, “There are so many people who want to fight me.
You? I’m sorry.
“My life is in the hands of the Lord after the great vengeance.” I’m sorry.
Grandpa smiled and said, “O Fung, I’m old enough for you.
There’s no point in life. I’ll avenge you, but you take care of Ling for me.
If you’re a horse, you’re going to lose your fortune and be her horse.”
The forest squeezed its fingers at me.
I’m sure, at this moment, his eyes are full of rejections.
However, he said, “I do.” “3”
“Lin is afraid to follow the princess, and will live forever. I’m sorry.
He is lying, and I am the worst of his lies.
I looked him in the eye and it was ridiculous.
I, Sherling, my great-granddaughter, the most beloved princess of the court, was born.
I’m not sure if I’m going to do this.
I’m the only one in this world who rejects me.
Lin, I want you to know that when I like you, I can bring you the world’s treasure.
In front of you, but I don’t like you when…
“What if one day I want you to die?” I’m sorry.
The forest turned to me for a moment, and the light sun was on his shoulder, on his side.
The face is in the shadows, and there’s nothing to be said about it.
He looked at me like he knew me for the first time.
Death for the princess. I’m sorry.
And I laughed, and I saw a provocation: “You better do it.” I’m sorry.
When I turned around, I thought the sun was so good, the breeze was so good, even the mausoleum was changing.
That’s how it works.
“Some people finally show their teeth without wearing their naïve masks? He says: We spoke softly and softly: “I am not with him anymore.” I’m sorry.
“A Mau’s finger clad my hair around me, and whispered in my ear:
If he dies, I’ll see if you cry. I’m sorry.
And We looked at him and said: then verily I shall be a light and a firecracker. I’m sorry.
I turned around, and I saw the wind standing in front of him.
The same.
Just, on his shoulder, no more pears.
The forest had a paper envelope in its hand, probably followed by a shortcut.
Apparently, he heard me talking to Mau, like he was aroused by youth blood and cold.
“The princess’s love is so thin.” I’m sorry.
I smiled, staring at him with my face, “You love me, I love you.”
You, dare you?”
I’m not talking, I’m holding my wrist, I’m holding my thumb open, I’m writing.
Seal in my palm.
When he crossed my skin with the thick fingers of a used knife and gun, he caused me to swoop.
It’s sour and itchy, and it’s stuck in my heart, so I forgot to scold him.
Thin.
Before the mausoleum burst, the forest let loose its hands and its dark eyes looked at me. I think he’s got me in his eyes, and it’s just me.
And then he smiled, like ice and ice melted and early pear bloomed.
He said, “What is the fear? I’m sorry.
4
The Turks gathered their armies to avenge the prince.
Grandpa took him with him to the jungle, and he put him in charge of a light cavalry.
At that time, my mother’s family was standing up, and had been pregnant for more than July.
Grandpa made a joke before he left. He said he’d bring back the most glamorous jewel in the Turkic bank account.
Little grandkids do the full moon.
He was very sure that the mother was carrying a little prince.
Because Chin-Teng counted it, it would be re-admitted this year. And this year she was pregnant.
Princess, only my wife.
We all thought that Grandpa would continue his undefeated battle myth.
War, victory.
It’s been a month since the army left.
SHUT UP.
He said he was loyal to the eight cities of the Turk Turk. He said that he had killed the King of the Turkic Left.
He said that General Lin had cut the flag of the Turkic King with a single hand.
My father was so happy that I even gave it to her mother’s forest language.
The palace.
Until the news of a new war came that the Turkic right-wing army had stormed and that loyalists had been seriously wounded.
General Lin’s whereabouts are unknown.
The atmosphere in the halls is so strong that even the harem is missing the laughter.
My father gave the order to keep all this information from the Lin Sing Palace.
The fetus.
“What’s wrong with the front line?” she says. I’m sorry.
A mausoleum with her arms and a cinnamon cake for her.
There’s been a mistake on the front. I’m sorry.
And she was silent and pushed her hand away from me, saying, “Ling, you don’t say it.
Lie, you speak.
Mother, you know, the one who didn’t lie to you is the one who lied.
Render.
I said, “It’s not like I’m in a bad mood.
He’s fine. He disappears with a light ride. The most ridiculous rumors say he is.
The Turkic detail, as a result of this change, made Grandpa’s face unstoppable. I’m sorry.
The lady’s shoulder fell loose, and she took cinnamon cakes and laughed, and said, “The child, when he was taken in, we all looked into it.
Turkic work? The Turks are more like that! I’m sorry.
I was relieved to know that the princess was believing.
“Why did Grandpa take him?” I’m sorry.
She thought about it and said, “There is a private army in the northwest, specializing in 4 or 5-year-old war orphans, until they reach the age of 15. These children look alike, are highly skilled and determined, and are good at assassinating and even fighting. And Lin is the first man in this generation. I’m sorry.
He said, “He’s a good-looking man, and he can’t see anything else. I’m sorry.
“Why else would your grandfather let him look after Ling instead of you?” I’m sorry.
“I will take care of him if he doesn’t say so.” I’m sorry.
The palace door was pushed open, the cold wind came in, and the mausoleum, which was just so strong, coughed in the dark.
I laughed at him while drinking and closing the door.
Not only is the palace door unconnected, but it is more open. I stood up, standing behind my back, and said, “I’m afraid I’m long.”
Shit! I’m sorry.
Suh-suk from the palace door turned out of a palace dress that was full of red, red and red and high.
It’s Princess Yuan, my wife’s old rival.
“Who is the princess scolding?” I don’t know if it’s fortuitous.
Speaking of your own grandfather? I’m sorry.
I was so angry, I was so angry, I was like, “Beware of the princess!” I’m sorry.
She dragged me behind her and smiled nicely: “The Princess is here for the sake of excitement.
Are you angry with me?”
The princess smiled, leaned down and took a good look at my daughter’s face.
After all these years of your crowning, you’ve lost your face.
I don’t know. You’re pregnant because you have a good father.
But your father died. What are you going to do next? I’m sorry.
“Pero, bring the Emperor here and say, “The Princess.”
I’d like to ask him why I’m spoiling the palace. I’m sorry.
The princess changed his face and left in the morning.
After the storm ran into the palace, the mausoleum coughed harder and couldn’t speak with his chest covered.
I’m scared with a long throat.
And I paniced and untied his collar, and my pillow over him, and cried out:
Zoo, please, Doctor! * The princess *
Will Father’s death be the same day? I’m sorry.
5
In November of the 19th year, three major events occurred in the harem.
November 27th, the sixth son of Theo.
In November 28th, the Princess Lin Queen of Xianxian was captured.
In November 28, the princess was reduced to a common man and entered the cold palace.
When I was 14 years old, I lost my daughter.
The princess’s curse has driven her to her heart and she has bled.
My father was angry and hated the Four Princes with him.
His children died before he was ten years old. He grew up.
Only the Four Princes and the Mahoney.
My father’s hope is in the purple microstar.
On the reincarnation.
She’s my new brother, a laughing brother.
All those who have met him exaggerate that the six princes are face-to-face and peace, and that they are kings. Mau said, “You know what?
And of the same people. I’m sorry.
Stepping on the Lin Miyagi is for the throne.
Quayuan, for the Crown Prince’s sake.
I helped him with the horns and asked, “Do you want to be an emperor?” I’m sorry.
He started coughing again, until he stopped coughing.
He said: I do not want!
And I laughed, “But we’ll be in a state of shock if we don’t get to the top.
Scared. Only the highest power will gain the highest subjugation.
There must be an emperor. I’m sorry.
And Ama cried, and hid his head in the covers, and said, “Be an emperor, I will let
Here you go. I’m sorry.
And I hammered him, and said, “Take your medicine, I’ll go first.” I’m sorry.
The palace is deep in snow, and the road has been printed at the entrance of the Chong Yong Constabulary.
My grandfather was seriously wounded in that war, but he took back our town. Lin!
The wind rides into the enemy’s abdomen, holding the King’s favorite son hostage.
He’s easy for the city.
He said, “What is the princess doing? I’m sorry.
Why? He was rewarded by the wind for his work by the Grand General.
But the glory of loyalty is sealed, and the father gives his grandson the royal son.
Honor.
I held Grandpa’s old hand and watched him fall asleep.
Go on.
There’s a pear tree in the yard, there’s no flowers in the tree, only snow.
I’m still a carefree princess.
Tell him dare.
In the early spring of this year, I was sitting alone under a tree without Mau and behind me.
There’s a princess.
I think I’m growing up because of that postmortem fight at the cost of death.
He tried to fight for power.
It’s a long way off.
Squeaky snow up.
It’s the forest wind.
The sand of the desert, and the moon of the cold night, which sharpened him, and bled him,
There has been a breath of a thousand troops in command.
He sat across from me and looked at me in silence.
And something hurts its kind of compassion. And for a long time, he said: “The Princess mourns. I’m sorry.
I asked, “Did your family get revenge? I’m sorry.
He nodded his head, and the word was bloody: “It’s a hundred times more.” I’m sorry.
And I asked, “Will you keep your promise?” I’m sorry.
He didn’t talk, and his eyes were so dark that he looked at me.
And I laughed, “Yeah, my grandfather’s days are short, and you’re in power and you won’t promise.”
And it makes sense. I’m sorry.
I stand up and walk, and my feet slide, and the wind holds me.
The first time he touched me, he didn’t let go.
“I will follow the princess, and I will live on. I’m sorry.
I turned to him and said, “Lin is afraid, I want revenge.” I’m sorry.
The forest said, “Okay. I’m sorry.
We said, “I want the Four Kings dead. I’m sorry.
The forest looked at me in silence and said, “Okay. I’m sorry.
I said, “I want my brother to take the throne.” I’m sorry.
He didn’t talk, reached for my hair. I step back and watch him on guard.
The forest exaggerated and said, “You know, the girl’s house, it shouldn’t.
Living so hard. I’m sorry.
My tears fell off, and I was too ashamed to take a towel.
But his fingers were shaky, and he fell on the snow.
The wind holds me in his arms.
Whose arms are so warm and whose hearts are beating like drums,
Who is it that opens up the heavens and the earth, so that my tears will not grieve me?
And who pushed him away with his heart and tears: “For the wind, I have mine.
There’s no alternative to the road. I’m sorry.
Six.
The Turk has a very toxic herb, and the forest winds have become spices and sent them to me.
When the spices burn out, there’s nothing but the usual grass and ashes.
Unusual.
I mixed it into the month of distribution to the harem, and sent it by an ignorant inmate.
To the Four Queens.
No one in the palace knows, the Four Kings have the habit of burning incense at night, and he sleeps at night.
Evening, and the poison carried by herbs will spread in the air, night and night.
At night, it infiltrated the blood. I went to the Cold Palace on purpose when word came out that the Four Princes had failed.
He was wearing a red dress and died in the newspaper.
She’s staring at me with venom, and she can’t move.
We asked her, “Did you ever think about the consequences of what happened when you killed my wife? I’m sorry.
She said, “Shelling, he’s your brother.
I don’t know. Leave him alone. Leave him alone! I’m sorry.
And I laughed, “He’s my brother, but he’s got an animal mother.
Kiss. I’m sorry.
And the princess kneeled on his knees and tumbled: Leave him alone and leave him alone! I’m sorry.
I put the wine in front of her and smiled softly at her: “You die, or he dies, you live.”
Selected. I’m sorry.
The princess hesitated.
I said, “If you can’t be born, the four brothers will be admitted to the capital, and you will be
As the birth mother of the Crown Prince, of course, is free from heavy penalties. You beat up a corpse for Brother Four.
That’s a good two-life deal. So why don’t you use it today?
“For him?”
I approached her with a cold tone: “Or are you still trying to be a queen?” I’m sorry.
The princess stares at me, slowly picks up the glass, bites his teeth and drinks. Her mouth began to bleed, her eyes were on me, her throat was ringing and she said,
Don’t say anything.
I went down and looked at her and laughed, “The Yellow Springs is too lonely to have your brother make you one.
Partners. Remember, today’s all you asked for. I’m sorry.
She’s staring at me, and the pupils are shrunk, more poisonous than snakes.
My hard cover until the moment she choked.
Out of the cold palace, my feet are floating.
My mind is filled with her sharp black pupils.
“Your Highness, do these things for your servant.
Yes. I’m sorry.
I threw up on my chest.
I killed people and my hands are dirty.
But in the future, I will only have more blood on my hands.
I know, the road to the dragon chair is full of bones.
And what my brother’s gonna do is take the seat of the 9-5.
Leave the rest to me.
The scenery and January 20 years, the Four Princes. When the news reached the Constabulary Constabulary, I booed and said, “Don’t argue outside.”
Public. I’m sorry.
After the Turks, Grandpa fell asleep for a long time and woke up, and I never did.
Yes.
I turned around and found out Grandpa was open.
“Ling. I’m sorry.
I sat in front of his bed as a child, and said, “Ling is here.” I’m sorry.
Grandpa coughed a few times, and he sounded a little sad.
Married. I’m sorry.
My nose was sore, and I said, “No, Grandpa will see the children and grandchildren of Arling. I’m sorry.
Grandpa laughed and said, “Ling is thin.” I’m sorry.
We said, “I can eat two meals at a time. I’m sorry.
Grandpa reached out and shaved my nose and said, “The liar.” I’m sorry.
He asked, “How was your mother’s moon?” Are you serious?
I almost cried.
He did not know that she had passed away, and the Emperor kept him from dying. I said, “All is well. She always said, “If it wasn’t for my father, she would have come to the house.”
Look at you. I’m sorry.
Grandpa slowly closes his eyes, and his voice slips: “Let her not use it, not get sick.”
The gas…”
He fell asleep again.
I couldn’t move for a long time, and I cried and weeded my collar.
The plum blossoms of the Chongryon Constabulary are blooming, the light urn, the white petals.
I folded my feet and the snow from the flowers fell on my head.
I bow my head: “Pero, help me. I’m sorry.
The dark boots fell into my eyelids, and the snow fell on my hair.
Soft.
I’m up.
It’s the forest wind.
He’s taller and still likes to wear black.
“The princess is thin.” I’m sorry.
The same thing Grandpa said.
But in front of the forest, I can tell the truth. “I have nightmares night and night. I’m sorry.
Dreams of the Princess, dreams of the Four Princes.
It’s funny how I never feared them in reality.
But in my dream, I was alone and had to run away screaming.
I said, “Do you wake up at night when you kill so many people?” I’m sorry.
He did not answer the question: “Is the princess afraid? I’m sorry.
And I bowed my head and kept him from seeing my face, and said, “Fear, be afraid of death. But I…
Can’t be seen because I want to have the power. There’s enough power to make it work.
The mausoleum and Quak were not wronged to sustain the Constabulary. I’m sorry.
He stretched out his hand to my face, and his thumb rubbed my eyelids, saying, “Don’t cry. I’m sorry.
7
Mahmu and my birthday in March.
The first spring was warm, and he was still covered in foxes, and his cheeks revealed a sick paleness.
My father came to visit us and paid a precious birth present, but he didn’t have time to sit down.
We eat a bowl of long noodles.
She said, “I miss my wife. I’m sorry.
We said, “Do not think. He said, “I’m thinking. I’m sorry.
I ignored him.
He said, “I don’t just miss the princess, I miss Grandpa, I want him to wake up and teach me how to fight.
Tai Chi, teach me weapons. I’m sorry.
I said, “Do you remember when I was given an envelope before my grandfather left?” I’m sorry.
Ah Mao said, “Oh, it’s the one he said, “What do you dare not love?”
God? I’m sorry.
I looked at the day and followed the good way: “You know what that letter says.
Yeah? I’m sorry.
“Look at me! I’m sorry.
I said, “The letter has been burned.” I’m sorry.
I waved out of the crowd and turned and said to Ma’am, “Grandfather goes out every time.”
Before, I wrote a suicide note, you know? I’m sorry.
Ah Maung is holding up.
I smiled, I smiled, and I cried, “We didn’t know because before, this suicide note…
It’s for the princess. In his suicide note, he said that loyalty to the Constabulary was a great thing.
Then, if he dies in battle, we must be careful. If there’s no fight, he…
Saved us the property in the southwest to avoid trouble in the southwest. * When we’ve both had a good time *
The plan.
Mau’s eyes are getting red.
“Don’t cry! I’m sorry.
“I didn’t cry! I’m sorry.
The air is quiet, the long face is hot and neither of us is moving chopsticks.
She suddenly said, “Sister, I want to be Emperor. I’m sorry.
He’s been weak since he was little.
Month.
Just a little while ago, he made me look like an emperor.
I stopped and I said, “Why? I’m sorry.
Mahoney smiled, and he was so angry with his weak face, “I can’t keep you out of this.
If there’s a storm ahead, I’ll take it. I’m sorry.
I don’t know when, he’s taller than me. He can reach out and rub my hair.
Top.
“Sister, Pedro told me you couldn’t sleep well every night.
Circle. I’m sorry.
My little Mau, has the same mind as me. I want to protect him, he wants to protect me.
Surely, if she knew by the spring, she would be pleased.
I’m going to talk again.
Oh, my God!
I broke the teacup.
Grandpa had no children on his knees, and when he was very sick, he opened a hysteria to make him feel guilty.
Sun.
This old man, who spent his life trying to raise his children and grandchildren, took a step before he died.
Chess.
I can’t see, I can’t guess.
I was sitting in a carriage, all moaning and crying in my arms.
My shoulder is covered by the mausoleum, and my voice is dumb: “My sister, you have me. I’m sorry.
In my tears, I saw my little majestic mausoleum.
Sad and solemn.
In the Chong Yong Constabulary, there’s paper and money coming out.
The carriage stopped and I fell and ran inside, and everyone I met said to me:
“The Princess mourns. I’m sorry.
I’m at the top of the road. How long is the corridor to the hall?
I hit somebody and I’m sorry.
The man pulled my arm.
It’s the forest wind.
He said, “The princess mourns. I’m sorry.
From November to March, I heard a lot of sad remarks.
I said, “I don’t want to hear these two words. I’m sorry.
I threw his hand away and walked forward.
I couldn’t see what look he was.
8
Candles burn out.
Another one.
Burning again.
Another one.
White candles and tears piled up, condolence guests came and went. And when the dead moon climbs up to the heavenly roof, all are scattered.
I don’t feel my legs anymore.
Soft, almost kneel again.
The forest winds got me.
I don’t have the strength. I can’t stand.
The forest wrinkled, held me up and walked out.
“The princess, he seems to be indulging in anger.”
Important? I’m sorry.
He looked me in the eye, not in the face, but in the words.
Full of care.
The moon is beautiful and so beautiful.
I must have been too tired to forget how to be a noble man.
Lord, that’s why I’m reaching out at this moment and holding the windy neck of the forest.
At this moment, I am Shering, not the heavy burdened sister.
I let myself hold my beloved and cry in his arms.
I cried, “I remember you hated me. I’m sorry.
He admitted, “Yes. And We continued to cry, “You did not want my Sword before, and said, “I am not worthy.” I’m sorry.
He hesitated, saying, “It seems as if this is not the case. I’m sorry.
I put my nose and my tears into his skirt, and I choked, “I don’t care, that’s what you say.
Yeah! I’m sorry.
He lets me smile softly and softly: “Well well, that’s what I said.
Yeah. I’m sorry.
I had red eyes and nostrils, and I looked at him, “Do you know it would be hard for me to say that?
Pass? I’m sorry.
He looked at me and said, “Sorry. I’m sorry.
I’m gonna wipe my back and say, “You don’t have to say sorry.
Understand you. A man who has nothing, suddenly sees a man being born.
Those who have everything will envy and even envy. I’m sorry.
I’m not allowed to talk.
I went on to say, “When my wife was still here, she told me about the good and bad of her life.
It’s the number, the wealth, the pain. I’m finished.
Enjoy, and begin to suffer what I deserve. You still hate me?
Are you jealous of me?”
At the end of the conversation, it was broken and broken.
Don’t cry, Ling, don’t cry. I was interrupted by the wind: “Princess, stop it. I’m sorry.
His eyes are unbearable and heartbroken.
I cried and cried, “Lin’s afraid my mother is gone and my grandfather is gone.
Let’s go. The people who love me the most, they’re all gone. I’m sorry.
And the forest was silent for a long time, but he whispered, “The princess, you have me. I’m sorry.
I looked at him in tears.
And he looked down at me, and his eyes were full of vision and one word, an oath that he would never betray.
“I will follow the princess, and I will live on. I’m sorry.
The Chong Yong Constabulary has the most damaged drugs.
On my knees.
I had a whirlwind, and I didn’t feel the knee coming back.
“Now you know how it hurts?” I’m sorry.
The next second was sharp and harsh: “The pain must endure.” I’m sorry.
I looked down on him, and he was soft and soft.
Can’t walk. I’m sorry.
So I played a scoundrel: “Then hold me.” I’m sorry.
He also said, “I can’t hold it.” * I’m in a hurry to kick him, and he’s holding my foot against me. *
And then his fingers were groaning around my ankles, as measured, for a long time, and he was groaning.
“She really has only one bone left. I’m sorry.
And We sought to take back our feet, but he refused, and continued to take me.
Then We heard him whispering in the fragrance of herbs: “As you are so thin, princess,
Someone’s gonna hurt. I’m sorry.
9
The first word of the Academy is not the father, but the sister.
And he was innocent in his smile, and Me and Mahal were afraid.
I don’t know when my father has been white.
“What’s so scared? Kids.
Well, whoever kisses him, he remembers him. Ling, you’ve taken great care of her. I’m sorry.
My father gave me a seal in the fall of my 15th year of age.
I became the only princess with the seal.
Those who understand, and those who understand.
The good, the good.
You know, I’m the one with the name on it, and I’m the one who cares. I was given this unique honour because I took care of him.
Soon there will be another joy in the palace.
Song Xian gave birth to the Seven Princes.
According to time, she was pregnant in the sights and 19 years.
When I met the Seven Princes, Song was so nervous when I reached out to him.
I wonder, “You’re still in the early autumn, are you dressed too much?
It’s all cold sweat?”
And she stunned, and said, “I was afraid of the cold in the moon, but I wore a little more. I’m sorry.
I dropped my eyelashes and I didn’t talk.
Song Xin immediately asked the Miyagi to carry the Seven Princes.
I smiled and said, “Song seems afraid of what I do to the Seven Princes.
Did you do something wrong? I’m sorry.
As soon as the Seven Princes left, Song Qian returned to his old euphemism, saying, “I’m number one.”
When you’re a mother, you’re afraid of the child’s failure. I’m sorry.
I laughed, “That’s probably the way a mother wants to be.” I’m sorry.
Song Xin looked at me and smiled softly: “On the day the princess becomes a mother, the princess will be
Got it. * And I laugh, but I think *
Waiting for me to be a mother?
When would that be?
What would my kids be like?
What would the father look like?
Somehow, I saw a man.
All black, all white on your shoulder, all cold eyes are always sharp, all alone.
And when looking at me, the cold melts, and the clouds rise.
“Why is the princess blushing?” I’m sorry.
I coughed twice, and if nothing happened, “I’m wearing a lot more. I’m sorry.
I’m going back to the palace.
And We looked round behind the pillars.
The bean can walk about seven steps, and every time it gets to step eight, it falls.
If he’s stubborn, he won’t cry, he won’t make a scene.
Whispering line.
I stood behind him and he turned around and saw me.
Your eyes are full of moon teeth. “Sister, hug!”
I picked him up.
“Amu, you’re heavy again. I’m sorry.
He understood, looked at me smile and showed two little white teeth like rice.
“It’s not so heavy, it’s too thin.” Chiu
Come on, brother. I’m sorry.
He was screaming in the shadows of Mahoney, reaching out and squeezing his ears.
The mausoleum screamed and threw me the Qin like an explosive.
“Your brother, you hug! I’m sorry.
I strangled him in the ear, too: “Did you look like a brother?” I’m sorry.
10
And the palace of Myi was filled with laughter.
I prayed innocently that the shadows of death would go away with the autumn wind, and in the years to come,
Today, the dynasty, always smile, don’t be sad.
Yet the gears of fate swayed and mercilessly shattered my illusions.
She’s dead. She died in the Golden River in late autumn. My father seems to be a lot older in the night.
I’ve been looking into the death of Arjun.
All the palace men involved in this matter were tortured in turn.
There is only one conclusion to be drawn.
Accident.
It’s an accident that Yan fell into the river.
It was an accident that the most caring and able-bodied lady was not with him.
It was an accident that the guards who jumped into the river failed to rescue him.
It is still an accident that the doctor has exhausted all medical resources and is unable to return.
“Accidents are accidents. What the hell?
Whose surprise was it? Whose surprise was it? How dare you?
Catching fish by the river? I told Pee-hee to stay with him. Why is she there?
Called to the raccoon bureau after noon? The Golden River has been cleaned up year by year, and the guards have been
What’s stuck in your feet? I’m sorry.
My sharp voice echoes in Myung Yi Palace and no one dares to respond.
I finally cried with my hand.
My daughter, there’s no mother at birth.
My Ajiao.
He’s frozen all over the River Kimble and his big eyes can’t open again. So little a man left the world with silver needles.
Is he cold?
Does he hurt?
Did he scream when he fell in the water?
I dare not think that despair and suffering are suffocating me.
I kneel outside the royal study and ask my father to keep looking.
I stomped on my head and my blood slipped down my nose.
At last, the door of the Royal Library opened.
The father stood before me and reached for me.
“Ling, he’s sad. “You know, I can’t lose any more.
A son now. I’m sorry.
His words were like a pot of ice, and he poured me wet.
I smiled slowly, and I scored.
“My father, he is a man of understanding, whose heart is as bright as a mirror, but who is most concerned with the greater.”
Who else in the palace will be entitled to inherit the Great Monarch after his death?
It’s not the Mahmu, who was born with a narration. It’s the Seven Kings of Song. He hasn’t entered the palace yet. There are rumours in the palace that he didn’t come back.
The Seven Princes…
After all, in the 19-year-old harem, it wasn’t just my wife who was pregnant.
Indulgent Song Yong.
Yeah, he can’t lose any more sons, even if he knows that.
The cause of death is too suspicious.
My father’s eyes fell on my forehead, and he stretched out his hand and wiped the blood off my face, just like one.
The usual father of loving his daughter.
But he spoke slowly, but the word of the Son of God: “Ling, understand that I am you.
Father, and master of the world. I’m sorry.
I nod my head and cry: “Ling knows, the world is full, the ancestors stay.”
The fundamentals of this world must not be destroyed by a moment of intent. Father, Ling understands
Yeah. I’m sorry.
Father nodded his head, but his eyes were as sad as mine.
I’m sorry. I’m sorry.
I shook my head and cried like a bead that broke the thread: “My Father, you have a reason. Your heart.
It will only be more bitter than Arling, not less than Arling. I’m sorry.
My father had a light in his eyes and he held me in his arms.
It’s like when I was young, he held me in a swing. But his arms don’t seem so wide.
My father, he’s not my father anymore.
And I held him, and I let tears fall on his collar, and I choked and said, “Father,
Your Majesty, give Ling the palace outside the palace and I will move out with him. I’m sorry.
His arms are frozen, and I cry: “Father, please do us!” I’m sorry.
Eleven.
The father promised me that when the Seven Princes were ten years old, he would punish Song Xin.
I know that this was his decision after a trade-off.
Why doesn’t he hate Song?
Prince.
And the heir of the Great was only a little sheep in a pack of wolves at a young age.
Lamb. If there is no one to look after, it’s easy to die.
I remember Song was smiling at me.
She said that a mother would always do the best for her child.
So she was ready to kill her?
How can I be so stupid? How can I be so stupid?
I can’t sleep at night and I can’t hear my sister in my ear. But when you turn around, there’s only one empty piece.
It’s another winter.
And the flowers are in ruins, and there is nothing but the black and white of the lonesome slain.
After moving into the princess’s house, I got sick.
When I was sick, I repaired a Buddhist temple, kneeling before the Buddha day by day.
And have mercy on him, and do not enter the kingdom after he has been reborn.
I weep to see the Buddha, and Buddha pity me.
I can’t see through it. I can’t see through it. I can’t see through it.
A moment of peace?
I’m shaking a little bit, my fingers are cold.
Someone pushed the Buddha’s door, neither kneeling nor worshiping.
I turned around and looked.
It’s the forest wind.
It seems that the black clothes have also had a fragrance in the battlefield.
We look at each other, and we say nothing.
At last, I said, “Did the general come back to fight and wait?” He looked at me and looked at me: “The Emperor has promised me a bond of loyalty and courage. I’m sorry.
I laughed: “Congratulations to the General.” I’m sorry.
He looked at me for a long time and didn’t have a single lid on his eyes.
His eyes were as if they were going to pierce me, and I turned away.
The ashes fall and burn on my back.
I was running away, and I burned my hands.
The forest stormed two paces and threw the scattered scent to the side.
He held my hand and blew the ash carefully, and his voice was dumb and he lamented: “Ling,
How did you end up like this while I was gone? I’m sorry.
I tried to smile and say, “I’m fine. I have a new house.
HOUSE. Little lake fake mountains and flower bird pavilions can be built according to my heart. You don’t know.
I wanted to have a family, not a palace.
I get lost a lot. When I was a kid, Mau and I played hide and seek. He didn’t find it till dark.
I, the lady, took a lantern across the palace wall, and I came from behind the fake mountain and scared her.
Jump! She’s going to hit me. Grandpa won’t let me. He says Ling is a little girl.
No one will ever marry again. Tell me, is my grandfather looking for a good reason?
Smile? I’m sorry.
That’s what I said. Laugh, laugh, but I can’t hear his response.
When I looked up, I saw him staring at me, and I looked in pain. I can’t talk about it any longer, and the tears are pouring into his hands.
I cried with my face on my face: “I’m not good, I’m not good. But these losses…
I don’t want you to see it. I’m sorry.
He put me in his arms, kissed me on the top of my head, and said, “I know.
I know. I’m sorry.
His arms were so warm in the cold winter, I fell on his shoulder like a child.
Like crying to shake.
I can’t fight fate. I’m going to die, and I’m going to lose. I’m sorry.
And the forest held my shoulder, and pushed me away.
I saw the first bloodthirsty light in his cold eyes.
And he said, “Aling, I do not believe in the heavens, nor in Buddha. God damn you, I…
“and will bow down!”
12
Lin’s words were inconvenient, but that night he said a lot.
For the first time, I knew what kind of day he had before he was brought home.
Hundreds and a half of them, on the desolate walls, holding a sword like a wolf.
I’ll kill him until I get ten.
Survivors, clothed, fed, awakened and killed again. Falling, exposed to the wilderness, bones taken away by wolves and disappeared the next day.
We asked him, “Are you afraid?”
So he laughed and said: “What is the fear? Every night I survive,
I pray God gives me one more day. I’m sorry.
And I said, “Does prayer work? I’m sorry.
He said, “There were 20 men left, and the man across the street cut me.
I’m stuck in a tree with a knife. There’s blood all over the place.
Come lick the blood. I was like, “Fuck God, I quit!” I’m sorry.
I blinked, and the wind touched my cheek, and I whispered, “Do I feel rough?
Lou? I’m sorry.
And my eyes were sour, and answered him, “It is very hearty for you. I’m sorry.
I was laughing, and I was laughing, “and I pulled the knife out of it.
Behind his back, stab him in the heart. His blood splattered my face. I didn’t have the strength.
Yes, on the ground. I’m sorry.
I looked at him, and my tears slipped.
His thumb rubbed the tears on my cheek, and he whispered, “At that moment, I heard
There were applause behind you. Your grandfather, he chose me, saved me and brought me back.
The capital. I’m sorry.
My tears are getting worse. And the forest said, “Ling, do not cry. I promised you my loyalty.
Don’t swear. I’m sorry.
I cried my head: “We are not entitled to fight for the throne because of the wind.” Aah!
What do you want with the Seven Kings? I’m sorry.
Lin was staring at me, laughing, “Ling, he can’t, but you can.
Here. I’m sorry.
I was shocked by his words, my fingers shrunk, my nails slit out.
A red mark.
And for a long time I heard the sound of my dumbness: “But I cannot give it back.” I’m sorry.
I think I must be crazy.
And Lin looked me in the eye, and said, “Slash and fire,
I’ll break in for you. For you the mountains, and for me.”
13
The Seven Kings died in smallpox.
No one knows how the Seven Prince’s nanny got it all night, except Lin.
Smallpox.
Song Qin went mad and said, “It’s Sherling, it must have been Sherling.” I’m sorry.
The father said, “Ling has moved out of the palace and has not returned to the palace for months!”
Why don’t you think about what you’ve done to deserve this? I’m sorry.
He went to Song Qian to study in the temple and sent a message to receive me and the Mahang back to the palace.
Mahoney’s illness is very serious, and when the pollen comes, it’s going to be a severe attack.
I went alone to see my father, who looked at me in silence.
His hair is much white and he’s a lot old.
“Ling, did you do it?”
I raised my head, and my tears fell, and I laughed, “My father, I had two children outside the palace.
Where are you when you’re sick for months?
Lee? It’s not easy to take me back to the palace. Why is it a question? I’m sorry.
I looked at him with my heart, and I cried for blood.
Heart, meat, pain. I’m sorry.
And the voice of the Father was cool and weary: “Lin, I have but one son.” I’m sorry.
I laughed: “My father, Ling has only one brother left.” I’m sorry.
He closed his eyes heavily.
I kneel before His Highness, and look up to him from the ninth to the fifth.
Did I grow up?
Why do I look at him and think he is no longer taller than a pity? Since when did this guy sitting in the dragon chair get into power?
In endless torture?
I ask myself: “There is a proposal by the Minister to pass you over the son of the wife,
Will you? I’m sorry.
He said, “I fought with my brothers for the throne, but I gave it to him.”
Our sons. Ling, do you think I’m willing? I’m sorry.
And We bowed down our eyelashes and bowed to the end: “Father, make the Mahal a prince.” I’m sorry.
After the decree of the Crown Prince, the old subjects touched the pillars.
The King of Blood said, “The Four Kings are ill, I fear the kingdom is easily moved.
Shake. I’m sorry.
The forest said, “How come the master taught the manners?
Prince?
SONG Taifu is angry with him, and Lin won’t let him.
The father coughed to signal that they would no longer fight and waved back.
When the first summer stings, Mahjong wore a very well-placed potion from Tai Hospital.
The Prince has successfully completed the seal.
Another month later, Song died silently in the temple.
Ma’am raised his head after the heavy paperwork and smiled at me, “Ah, sister, me too.
Your brother. I’m sorry.
I never told him the inferences, always thinking about these things and not letting him know. But somehow, my brother stood before me, whispering a day from my heart.
His eyes were luminous, and I cried: “Our house, the Mahal, grew up.” I’m sorry.
As the weather cooled, the father’s body deteriorated.
He was already in love. In the autumn, he contracted pneumonia, and every cough had blood.
King Huainan, with his crown son, went back to the palace without knowing what he said.
Then, after a day, the Father turned away from mankind, and called to Us only.
He looked at me in the first half of his bed and asked me, “What are you going to do if one day she gets sick?” I’m sorry.
I’m going to say, “This is the river, and Ling will guard it.” I’m sorry.
“Do you know how bold you are? I’m sorry.
And lo! I kneel down, and my back was straight, and I looked at him face to face: till I had a son in the Mahal, I would surely return it. I’m sorry.
My father looked at me for a long time, and he lamented: “Alin, you are strong like your grandfather. But you don’t know, it’s hard to get to the throne, it’s harder to get to the throne! I whispered, “Then ask Father to pave the way for Ling.” I’m sorry.
My father looked at me for a long time and asked: “Do you know why your grandfather recognized Lin?”
The wind’s for the grandson? I’m sorry.
I was silent, and I said, “Lin’s a strange soldier, and the family honors him.
I was tied up with Mau to save us a big piece. I’m sorry.
My father smiled, “Ling, you’re not a man. I’m sorry.
My eyes are sour, I bite my lips so I don’t cry.
It’s not a man, but it’s the same thing. I’m sorry.
He laughed, touched my head, and said, “You have someone to use, but you have to learn.”
It’ll be safe. The king’s way is to counterbalance. I have taught Mau once.
You. I’m sorry.
And when he commanded him to speak as though he were after him, I could not help but choke.
I bowed my head hard, and I said, “Thank you, Father!” I’m sorry.
He smiled, he put his eyes back on.
I walked away, and I heard him behind me saying, “Ling, I’m so committed.
If you don’t go down, you’ll live your own life. I’m sorry.
I covered my mouth and cried.
In the 14th and 21st years, the father died, and Ah Maung took over.
His illness is getting worse, and the medication prescribed by the hospital has had little effect.
I went to the Palace to see him, and he looked at me and pretended to ask me, “Sister,
Am I dying? I’m sorry.
He never said “I” before me.
And We held his hand and shook his head gently: “Moun, you will not die. The doctor said,
As long as you can rest and don’t blow, it’ll be better. I’m sorry.
Mahoney looked at me with his head, reached out a finger over my eyebrow and smiled:
Ghost. I’m sorry.
When I looked at him, he said, “Is it useless for me?
No children. I’m sorry.
I said, “Don’t worry, sister has a way. I’m sorry.
So she laughed, “What can you do? Will you give birth to me?”
“Can I be Emperor for you?” I’m sorry.
The mausoleum looked round his eyes, and it took me a long time to say, “You’re crazy.
Ahh. I’m sorry.
He looked at the bill for a while, and he laughed, “It’s crazy, but it’s true.
That’s a good idea. I started to take over for the Mahal.
I took the medicine to destroy my voice and made it sound like a screech.
Every day I’m wearing thongs, thick boots and a dragon robe.
I’ve been in the middle of a journey from birth to proficient.
In the shadows, he’s furious and he’s disheartening the King of Huainan’s progress in the posterior palace.
Faithful and filial.
I threw the slams in front of the King and his old face was red.
I opened my eyes in cold, slow and sarcastic, and I said, “If there’s not a ceremonial officer left in the oats, let’s send it.
Thank you. His father taught him to go back to Wingnan.
Good for the people. I’m sorry.
She is my cousin, the son of Huainan.
It’s also the Prince of Song Taifeng who waited for an old man to be chosen.
I turned to him without any emotion and asked him, “Do you have any doubts?” I’m sorry.
The King’s eyes are blinking and he’s finally on his knees with a hyena.
“Your Majesty, the Holy Spirit.” I’m sorry.
After going down, Mahu said to me, “You’re not a girl anymore. I’m sorry.
I’m gonna take the crown, and I’m gonna dial the 12 beads, and I’m gonna do it with all my heart.
“If I were a girl, who would submit to me?” * He drank the juice, threw a honey in his mouth and threw it to me. *
“I don’t eat these. I’m sorry.
He laughed: “You used to love it. I’m sorry.
And I laughed, “I’m the emperor now, and I have to quit.” I’m sorry.
He shrugged his shoulder: “Whoa, so exaggerating? Then I won’t be king. You’ve been doing it.
Okay. I’m sorry.
I looked at his unconscionable looks and laughed, “Moon, you go to Gangnam.
Sick. I’m sorry.
“Why? I’m sorry.
And We bowed down our eyelashes, covering the shadows.
What should I tell my beloved brother, his sister, to get him to take this?
In the mountains, there were no more wolves around.
Uninhabited ambition.
I closed my eyes and said nothing.
After a long time, I looked up and smiled at the face of Amera: “Autumn is coming soon.
The capital is too cold. The doctor said Gangnam is warm and wet, and it’s good for your condition. I’m sorry.
I didn’t know where to go. I said yes.
What if you take her with you?”
I nodded and said, “When I see you again next spring,
Wait, you can see your nephew. I’m sorry.
I’m laughing.
A month later, two wagons snuck out of the palace and hid in the shadows.
Numerous guards, all the way to Gangnam.
I stand in the highest palace of the city, far away.
The after-sunning sun is seen in every palace, and the sunset is painted with light orange red. Not far.
Tired birds slowly shiver their wings and condensed into three or two ink in a bright background.
The higher wind seems colder. It rolls over my robe and over my forehead.
Coronation.
My little mausoleum, with his beloved girl, they’ll be in the middle of the mountain.
Gangnam, live happily ever after.
I guess I’m really lonely now.
I guess I have nothing to worry about.
It’s a good thing I’m so heavy.
It’s like a glacier that hasn’t melted in thousands of years.
The following day, I called to the forest for a blast.
“How about you?” I said.
“This son is a wise man who knows better than the King of Huainan’s insinuation. I’m sorry.
I couldn’t help but laugh, “That’s not going to happen. I’m sorry.
Lin didn’t say anything.
I looked at him and found him looking at me.
I couldn’t see what was hidden in his eyes.
West.
“Do I feel terrible?” I said. I’m sorry.
“Will the princess have nightmares?” I’m sorry.
“I’ve never done anything bad since I took the throne.”
Dream. I’m sorry.
I’m lying.
After the throne, I had more nightmares.
Lin looked at me like he saw me through me.
Who is it? Was it the crybaby? I held on to warm Jade, forced myself not to be distracted, and turned the subject back.
The King is a fool, but thanks and thanks to the wisdom of the people, who, in the event of catastrophe, set aside their grains in order to gain their hearts. I’m…
To kill him, it’s right. I’m sorry.
I was surprised and thought, “I’m afraid it’s difficult. I’m sorry.
I smiled, and my eyes dazzled: “What if he intended to kill?” I’m sorry.
The forest’s face is so cold, it’s so cold, it’s like, “You’re mostly in danger, I can’t answer.
Yes. I’m sorry.
I filmed warm jade on the table, and the ink on the platinum rose up.
If you don’t help me, someone will help me. Think about it!
There’s silence in the royal study.
There’s birds out there and there’s a warm sun, but there’s only me in the window who’s silent.
And him.
The forest looked at me long after the wind, and his voice was a little dumb, and he said, “You, Ling,
It’ll only force me. I’m sorry.
He stopped calling me Princess and he called me Ling.
He used to say, “Ling, you have me.”
But he said today, Ling, you’ll only force me.
My heart is like a knife, but my voice is still: “Lin was shocked.
Wind, you promised me you’d live your life. He was silent for a long time, until I thought he would twist his head.
But he said, “This time, another time, another time.
Next time. Ling, when are you going to stop? I’m sorry.
And I whispered, “I don’t want to do this.” I’m sorry.
I took off my heavy corona and showed before him the face that belonged to the Princess.
Come on.
# A ray of sunshine from the window #
Individuals have their own responsibilities. My father is here, and that’s why he’s here.
Life. Mother and Grandpa did it, so I grew up to 14 without a heart.
Age. I can stop, I can run, but if I stop…
I ran away. What about Mau? What about the people? I’m sorry.
When I took a deep breath and looked at him, I finally showed up first today.
A good smile.
“Lin, you don’t know how much I want to be 14 years old.
Love you. I’m sorry.
When his eyes hurt, he held me in his arms and groaned: “Ling…”
He finally promised me.
16
Historic pens were later written about the ruins of the early spring. It’s a few words, and it’s sexual.
A scoundrel who seeks rebellion.
History can’t write. That disaster, the fire burned half of the city, the flames of the night.
As the day.
Nor will history write. The gentle and gentle Shelby holds the dagger on me, the blade.
Cut my neck.
How did I survive that morning?
The forest is on its own and the fire is on him, but it does not shine on his cold God.
Love.
I saw him bow, I saw him string.
I saw the arrows of the head running through the sheaths, and the plume of the arrows shivered.
A pile of blood splattered into my cheeks and the body fell heavy under my feet.
There’s looking back.
My back is against the wall, falling in an inch.
General Lemar, the boots are bleeding.
The forest winds out and holds me up.
And I’m in his arms, and I’m shaking, and I can’t say a word. He kissed me on the forehead, he gently hit me on the back, “It’s okay, Ling, it’s okay. I’m sorry.
I looked up at him, and he looked at me.
The dawn shines in his eyes.
His eyes were always as cold as mist, but when he looked at Us alone, the sun appeared.
This moment overlapped with the part of my memory, the winter when Grandpa died years ago.
At night, I held him to cry and he dried my tears.
At that time, he said that the sword was on fire and he broke in for me.
He did.
“I am a good emperor, right? I’m sorry.
And he whispered as though he were resting: Yes, Princess. I’m sorry.
I smiled, and the laughter began to grieve: “I am a good emperor.” I’m sorry.
It’s like I’m never gonna let go.
He said, ‘Princess, cry if you wish. I’m sorry.
I shake my head and laugh, “I used to cry too much and now I don’t.
Pity now. I’m sorry.
And he said, “It is not a stingyness.” * The dawn of the sun *
Haru-Yen-Yen-yun, what a bit of meaning.
“It’s lucky to be protected; it’s brave to stand up and protect others. “Lin.
“The princess is very brave, and she is very brave.
I’m happy. I’m sorry.
17
At Twilight Winter, reports came from Gangnam that Seo-ho was pregnant.
I didn’t have the time to be happy, but then there was another message: “Sweet with a six-acre.”
Princess, missing.
At the same time, the long-silent Turk sent a greeting message to celebrate the birth of my son.
A dragon tire.
It was sent with Greeting, and the Turky request.
The Turks want to marry Princess Myung Yi, their new king.
It’s blackmail. It’s blackmail.
The Turks think it’s Mau who’s on the throne and bet he’ll abandon me for a dragon.
I’ve been writing to you all night, saying you can’t say yes.
I look down at the paper with my eyelids on it, and I can’t tell you better than that.
It’s tears. And with that in mind, I squeezed my fingers and watched without an expression as the people under the table argued.
In a line of words, “Please allow the Turks to marry me in order to make me look good,” Lin.
The wind came out and the tone was cold.
“Your ministers are now fighting to push out weak women.
Peacekeeping, it’s a big deal. I’m sorry.
There is silence in the hall.
Lin bowed to me and said: “Your Majesty, I beg you to allow me to march and not to rest.”
“Turk, never return!”
I ordered Lin to be in charge and Zhao was in charge. The army has marched.
Three months.
In the meantime, she was sent back first.
I didn’t see her because I knew my brother had made it at some late night.
Pick me out of her decision.
I didn’t know how to meet her, so I simply disappeared.
18
On the day of his return, Lin brought back a pregnant woman.
I played the pen in half-empty.
And he whispered, “A princess, cry if you want.” That’s another word.
Just a little while ago, Lin said the same thing to me.
But he came back with another woman.
My heart is like a thousand needles and I can’t shed a tear.
For a long time, I looked up and laughed, “Why should I cry?” It’s a man’s wedding.
Something. I’m sorry.
“The princess has a hard mouth. I’m sorry.
And We shook his head and said: Enter him. I’m sorry.
The Royal Library door was opened and closed, with a soft sound.
I took a look at Lin and he stood by me.
He’s thinner and darker.
Except for a little stupendance between the eyes, which never changed.
I’ve seen enough of this, and I’ve closed my face and asked him, “Do you need to be married?
Huh? I’m sorry.
He said, “I only want to marry you.” I’m sorry.
We threw the seal at his forehead and roared: “I am the Emperor, be a man!” I’m sorry.
The crumbling blood flowed from his forehead to his eyebrow, and the wind reached its hand unheeded and laughed: “Standing and cold, I have kept for you three times; and the ruins of the ostrich, I have singled out for you. We had a deal. It’s yours. It’s mine. I’m sorry.
His words were clear and light, but bloodthirsty light was in his eyes.
This young general, this madman, is as beautiful as a painting.
I laughed, “Don’t say sweet words. How can you let another woman bear your children if you take me seriously?” I’m sorry.
Then he smiled, and his eyes spread out, and he groaned: “A princess, that is the Princess. I’m sorry.
I was wrong. “The one who went back to the palace before January, wasn’t she? I’m sorry.
“The doctor diagnosed that Princess Seo was carrying twins. The dragon tires are precious and I cannot send only one squad. The one who is in front of you is the one who follows the army. I’m sorry.
When Lin finished talking, he smiled at me and laughed enough to ask, “Is the princess jealous?” I’m sorry.
I was blushing, and I said, “No! I’m sorry.
“Does it hurt?” I’m sorry.
He did not answer, and held me gently, and his chin stood in my ear. “The princess is safe. “I’m exasperating.
Yeah, the Turkics are so hurt, they can’t make it.
“I had a bet with the princess, remember? I’m sorry.
I remember.
That day I kneeled before the Buddha and cried and said I couldn’t fight fate.
It’s the forest that wipes my tears.
Bow down.
And as for me, he will keep me safe for life.
The vow of his life, he did.
I look up and look to him, and I wonder when, and I cry again.
In front of him, it seems like I’m easy to become the old crybaby.
And I cried, “The day of the birth, when you and I were married.”
I want you to give up your army and be my husband alone.
Yeah? I’m sorry.
He held me in his arms, kissed me on the forehead, almost groaning: “This day,
Long time. I’m sorry.
There were pear trees outside the window, and the spring wind swung a few of them and put them on his shoulder. He reached out to shoot and I reached out to pick up.
He won’t move. I’ll hold his finger.
This year, I’m eighteen.
After four years of spring, summer, autumn and winter, I turned from princess to princess and from princess to princess.
Emperor.
It’s a very difficult road, but the man I fell in love with when I was 14 was still there.
Around.
To me is the mountain, and to him is the mountain.
He is a rebel, but he does not oppose me.
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# The wind and the moon
