Needless to say, the painted faces of the three thousand ladies in Shang Yang Palace withered in the years; Needless to say, tens of thousands of people in xian yangqiao are covered in tears and flying in the cold wind. Just close your eyes and imagine the gorgeous love that blooms in that most gorgeous season. Even a glance is a luxury.

The setting sun penetrated Bo Ban's shadow into a corner of Daming Palace, several crows broke through the gathering dusk, and a desolate figure lingered in the deep palace. He has supreme power, he created the most prosperous era, he is proud but unhappy, and the edge of power can never cut the lonely throat-he has 3 thousand Harlem, but he can't tell each other what he wants; His children and grandchildren get together, but they don't enjoy family happiness.

At this moment, she appeared.

She is lively and active, like a breeze on a dead lake, which rejuvenates him.

She is straightforward and naive, washing a dirty ditch like a bay of clear water and reassuring him.

Sometimes, she doesn't lack blue wisdom. She will deliberately release the puppy to make trouble when his chess game is deadlocked. She will consider his new score carefully. There is no lack of tenderness and consideration. She will quietly dress him in winter clothes, and she will gently ask him to take a lunch break.

Sometimes, she is willful and unruly. She saw that he was partial to other concubines and left without looking back, which made him furious and full of blood.

In front of this woman with only love and singing and dancing in her heart, he abandoned conspiracy and killing, and unloaded cunning and disguise. He is no longer a high and ruthless king. He is just the "Saburo" of Yuhuan. He just wants to "hold your hand and grow old with your son".

So, he planted her favorite peony flowers on the bank of the agarwood pavilion and enjoyed the flowers and drank with her in the harmonious spring. In the pear garden, the best artists in the world are gathered. She dances and he plays drums. He plays the flute and she plays the piano with him.

For her, he has always loved prosperity and took the initiative to cancel the birthday celebration; For her sake, he should take good care of himself and live to be 9 1 year old.

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Don't think, Yuyang resounds through the sky; Forget it, three feet of white silk under the ponytail slope; Don't think about it, the rain bell on Shu Road is lingering in my ear. Let the dust of the collapse of the prosperous times pay homage to this immortal love!