Wu Ping Cheng leaned against the door and looked at the peerless figure. She looked at him silently, as if she was looking at the end of the world.
Many years later. Wu Ping Cheng still remembered that day. They had held hands tightly, and they had not let go of each other's hands despite the baptism of the flames of war.
That day.
The moon is bright and the boat is light. The grass is long and the kites are flying. The flower path is long. He, wearing a green robe, looks at the sky with his hands behind his back.
There seemed to be a slight worry between his eyebrows, he wanted to see through it, but he heard the evening drum and morning bell. He smiled sweetly, his ambition difficult to fulfill.
He said, the east wind is evil, singing and drinking, gently twisting and slowly rubbing, picking and picking, a new poem, no one knows, light like wind smoke
He said, sleeping or awake, struggling or at a loss, people with deep feelings laugh at fools, repeatedly using lies to strengthen themselves, proudly walking alone
He said,"The morning breeze and the waning moon, fresh clothes and angry horses, you have already set off."
He said,"I am a hero, gongs and drums celebrate the sky, swords roar and dragons roar, high-rise drunk dance and sing, playing the zither for you, as if in a dream."
He said, the sentence of longing should be composed into a euphemistic song, sung for generations to remember our past
He said, our vows, flutes and flutes, beautiful and unrestrained
He said," I promise you, I will live and see the vastness of the world together."
He said that a man should aim for the territory, and his achievements should be carved into bluestone, split the earth and be granted the title of king, helping the king to settle the world's affairs and fulfill his life's ambition.
He said, when the snow melts and the grass is sprouting, you should set off for a farewell party, gallop in front of the grave and see the red flowers drunk.
He said, I understand your tears, but I can't heal your wounds. The smile on your face is lonely and difficult to understand. I'll go north and never look back.
He said, let's go.
He said that even if he betrayed the world, it would still be nothing more than prosperity.
He said that there was no reason to leave his life here.
he said
When the prosperity is over, the king will reign over the world.
He said,"Listen to the string break, break the three thousand infatuation." The fallen flowers are buried, and the wind ripples are buried. Hua Ruolian, whose fingertip had she landed on?
That peerless figure had thrown Wu Qingcheng's heart into chaos.
In the countless years to come, when he saw the rain falling lightly.
The past was fixed in Wu Ping Cheng's heart.
He still remembered how Feng Siming laughed at the sky."Blood stained the mountains and rivers. Those neighing warhorses are the most flawless. If the heavens want to betray me, why not hide them?”
He still remembered the blood-stained cry,""If I rule the world, then I will sacrifice half of this country to my brothers.”
This book is provided by FunNovel Novel Book | Fan Fiction Novel [Beautiful Free Novel Book]