Inventory of famous women in history, the blogger is my mouth

Chapter 19 Yang Yuhuan Thinks Men Can't Be Relied After All

"No, these rumors are too far-fetched, hot knowledge, poetic fairy Li Bai's 'clouds think about clothes, flowers look like faces, spring breeze blows Revlon' is the description of Yang Yuhuan's beauty, you can doubt everything, but you can't Doubt the aesthetics of the ancients! Yang Yuhuan, just a poor little girl."

"When I first watched the TV series, I felt that Li Longji didn't like Yang Yuhuan very much at all, maybe he did, but based on the thinking of Sangong Sixth Courtyard, what he liked was only to make Yang Yuhuan a noble concubine, and he could give her He is the supreme favorite, but at the same time he also likes other beauties. Otherwise, how could he fall in love with Mrs. Guo Guo, who is plain and beautiful? How could he love other concubines? Moreover, in the later Mawei Poxia, it was Yang who he bestowed to death. Yuhuan."

"After all, this kind of liking is not the equal liking of modern times. It can only be regarded as the favor of kittens and puppies. It is still a cliché. Yang Yuhuan is just a beautiful victim of the feudal era, just like a blogger who used Brother Xun at the beginning Commenting on what Daji said, a woman did not have that kind of ability in ancient times, so subjugation is just a cauldron imposed on her by incompetent people."

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Yang Yuhuan finally decided to reconcile with the Shou Wang. She originally wanted to go to the temple to become a monk in the name of praying for her mother-in-law Concubine Wu Hui, so as to stay away from the troubles of the world and stop caring about the worldly affairs. However, after hearing Ji Xi's words, she A little hesitant.

It seems that the light curtain...is trying to lift her name?
Moreover, after listening to it, she felt that her fate seemed to be a bit miserable. First, she was forced to enter the palace as a concubine, and then after slowly accepting the facts, she was burdened with the infamy of being a concubine who made the emperor ignore the government. He was given death by the emperor during the rebellion.

Love is also for you, and death is also for you. The body is like duckweed, scattered and precarious, and in the end it is involuntary.

Rather than being manipulated by others, it is better to get out of the sea of ​​suffering as soon as possible and join the cold ancient temple.

What's more, Yang Yuhuan was still disappointed after all the previous encounters. When she was still in her boudoir, like all the girls in the world, she was looking forward to a good marriage with harmony and harmony. Later, the marriage was broken, and she also recognized the vicissitudes of life. , there is only one truth.

——Men are still unreliable after all.

No matter whether it is King Shou or the emperor, they are all the ones who can abandon her when facing a power game. Even the honorable people are like this, let alone other people.

When Yang Yuhuan came to Shouwang Mansion, the sky was full of red clouds and red makeup, but now when she left, she only brought a small bundle, white jade hairpins on her hair, plain clothes, and drove from the back door of Shouwang Mansion in a carriage. come out.

Many people stood at the entrance of Shouwang Mansion, most of them heard about this incident and came to watch the excitement. Everyone only thought that the witch was finally punished, and after being divorced, she could only go to the temple to pray for the fortune of the country. Although it was not their The ending of screaming and screaming, but most people still feel relieved when they see her downcast scene.

Yang Yuhuan's pony carriage drove all the way to an unknown temple in the mountains.

At this time, a young swordsman with a strong heart and light hooves came to the Central Plains.

Streaming light pours down, the moonlight shines brightly, and thousands of miles are practiced in vain.

A horse and a cart collided head-on, and then passed by.The dashing swordsman on the horse seemed to have noticed something, and turned his head to look behind him.

At this time, he didn't know that he had lost a 28-character poem that shocked heaven and man, but at the same time, he was moving towards a brighter future than the original abjection.

(End of this chapter)