One day in 1229 B.C., the day of the Shang Dynasty's hero Wuding's birthday.
The four seas were peaceful, the country was prosperous and the people were peaceful. All officials and ministers spontaneously congratulated Wuding on his birthday.
After Wuding succeeded to the throne, he was diligent in government affairs and appointed capable people to assist in government affairs. He worked hard to make the Shang Dynasty's politics, economy, military, and culture develop unprecedentedly and was praised by the people.
On the day of Wuding's birthday, a banquet was held in the main hall of the palace.
During the banquet, there was light singing and dancing, and the sound of drums and music showed a peaceful atmosphere.
Emperor Wuding, who had just passed his forties, was tall and thin. His eyes were like the stars in the dark night, but they carried a majesty that made people dare not look straight at him. His dragon robe clung to his body, and he looked mature and elegant.
The ministers raised their cups to congratulate him." May Your Majesty live a long life.”
Emperor Wuding sat on the dragon throne that symbolized no power and raised his right hand, downing the wine in one gulp.
Cheers sounded.
At the climax, the ministers came and went, pushing cups and changing cups, laughing endlessly.
On the dragon throne, Wuding was alone, as if he was outside the world and not in this mortal world.
Looking at the sparkling liquid in the cup, Wuding's gaze was deep and distant, as if he could see the person he missed so much through the liquid. She was beautiful, noble, and elegant. No matter where she was, there was always wisdom between her brows. When she looked at him, there was an additional gentleness.
But she was no longer by his side.
Just like that, he looked at her silently, silently, lonely, and desolate.
The beautiful scenes of his youth seemed to appear before his eyes again.
She nestled in her arms and smiled." Zizhao, I love you forever.”
When she led the army out, she said to herself," Zizhao, wait for me. I'll be back.”
In front of the sickbed, she said haggardly," Zizhao, you have to be fine without me.”
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" Good boy…" A heart-wrenching call made people shed tears.
On a windy night, if one listened carefully, a faint voice could be heard from afar. It was the song of loneliness in the depths of one's heart.
Loneliness was the longing they felt after parting. It was the heartache they felt when they thought of her.
He knew that the person had already left, but he still waited, waiting, foolishly hoping that she would come back in his dreams.
A teardrop dripped into the cup, making a tapping sound.
The hall immediately fell silent. Everyone looked at their king in surprise. They could not believe that this always high and mighty man would shed tears at this moment.
That teardrop contained so much longing and melancholy!
The ministers quietly left the hall.
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