Playing to the death and cheating on you

Because there are too many elements that condense the temperature for it, they are never two people, love, marriage, pregnancy, children... These are not the affairs of two people, but countless people make do together, his countless Concubines, brothers, Chun'er, Chaozheng... These people stubbornly froze this ice cube, and made it bigger and thicker. 【】

Breathing is so fragile, feelings are really far inferior to the tenacity of life, go faster than time, a trace of residual warmth, silently, between fingers, lips, in the heart, with a flick of a finger...all the beauty passes ,quietly.

After a long time, the emperor's body leaned in, his feet staggered so badly that it was not easy to even walk to the bed in a few steps.

However, no one helped him.The maids, eunuchs, guards... no one was by his side.Only the woman beside her had her eyes on him, but she was out of focus, she looked at him, but she couldn't see him.Regardless of his weakness, pain, illness, or dying life, she doesn't care at all, like a wandering soul, who doesn't even have the strength to love herself, let alone love others.

But he kept staring at her, and saw that she was dressed surprisingly carefully that day: the thick queen robe had not been taken off, the faint makeup on her face had not been wiped off, the phoenix hairpin on her head, the hair on her ears The pendant... Her whole body seemed to be wrapped in a pile of jewels and flowers, but even the brilliance of so many jewels could not cover up her brilliance.She was pale, and a little blush slowly rose, like a lotus blooming on a lifeless field of snow.

water lotus.

water lotus.

It is no longer in the pond in July and August, the whole world is in full bloom, between the heaven and the earth, there is only this pale lotus, with a kind of incomprehensible haggardness and anger, as if it is the last breakthrough Well, beauty is beauty, but beauty is so cruel.

After exhausting the last bit of strength to bloom once, I can't wait for the next spring season.People live for a lifetime, the grass and trees fall, and the emotion is only a short moment of impulse, and the rest is endless mutual torture and make do with each other, which consumes a long time...

His body was finally limp.

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