But at that time — Empress Fuyao, Jun Xiaozhang's Love Essay (Zhangsun Wuji)
Su Muzhe
The fragrance of the pillow, the petals leaking. Meeting as promised, whispering after the dusk.
The season is cold and people are sick, the pear blossoms on the ground, the east wind fades through the night.
Covering the silver screen, the jade sleeves hang down. Where is the flute, the tender feelings are slightly stirred.
The moon is bright and red, the moon is like that time, the person is like that time. — Nalan Rongruo
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There was no such thing as a predestined misfortune, only a stubborn persistence.
When Yu Fuyao first met her and watched her resolute back view as she left Yan Jingchen, he vaguely recalled these words. How many times had he seen a woman sigh in the depths of her emotional pain, as if life was only as it was when they first met? From then on, he would be filled with resentment, unable to be happy.
To Fuyao, since these feelings were not loyal, then she did not need any reason from him. She just had to let go. As a woman, she always had to leave herself free and easy, and hope. From then on, she would soar to the sky and soar to the sky! And so, she met him, met them, those amazing and brilliant men who were destined to become legends in this life. "I really hope that she can be like this lotus that was born in my blood, flesh, and skin, forever by my side, until she transcends life and death and time, to see the end of the doomsday when she and I are annihilated at the same time." He, she, and they. Meeting on a dark and windy night that was not romantic, acquainted on a journey in troubled times that was not smooth, in love. When would they fall in love?
Among the thousands of soldiers and horses, a focused gaze, a smile, and the tenderness between their daily movements. Some people inadvertently appear in one's life, but they are destined not to be easily erased. Every little thing about him is engraved in one's heart, casually touching one's heartstrings, then suddenly looking back, only to realize that their love was already deep. However, she retreated. It was not that she did not love, not that she did not care, but she always felt that she would leave eventually. Thus, she self-righteously chose to escape, to escape from this sincerity, to avoid the water-like gentleness of the man she loved. Because I could not see the future, I chose to give up.
Because I chose to give up, I chose to be strong.
Because I chose to be strong, I chose to leave.
"Because I was close, I left."
Yes, I ran away from love.
Thus, in that instant, she left with Zong Yue, stopping her horse at the city gate and looking back, while he gazed into the distance from the top of a tall building. Following that, the woman spurred her horse and left. Her silhouette shrouded in the afterglow of the setting sun contrasted with the man's silhouette as he stood in the wind. His jet black hair fluttered in the wind like ink. He kept thinking, with his hair covering his eyes, what kind of scene would it look like? There was a faint sense of loss, a slight wave of helplessness, and even a little bit of pampering — this was the woman he liked.
He cared about everything about her, hoping that she would open up to him and pour out her heart. When she met Guo Pingrong, he asked her gently if she needed any help, but she just smiled and said, "No, I'm fine." At that moment, what kind of state of mind would it be? Relieved? Yes, this is the woman I have chosen. She must be different from other women. She is not a weak person who only knows how to hide behind others to seek protection. She must be a white eagle that can soar through the wind and waves, a woman that is worthy of him, a woman that can stand with him in this vast world! But he couldn't help but feel a little anger. "Since you don't need me to care about your big matters, then I can still help you with small matters like picking fish bones." He suddenly laughed. Great, you don't want me to interfere in big matters, but I can help you with small matters. This kind of unbridled legendary man, throwing a little tantrum for his woman, really, really cute.
He remembered Fu Yao asking him drunkenly, "Can you lose something to me?" He had only smiled. "You will find out sooner or later."
What could he lose? Only a sincere heart. He had long since left this heart on this bright and dazzling woman. Although it was hurt, he didn't regret it.
There were many things in this world that could be redeemed, such as conscience, such as wealth.
But there were some things that could not be redeemed, such as time, such as love.
In the face of her escape, he finally couldn't restrain himself. Everyone has the right to choose love. Why are you so resolute to not try and easily retreat? "I will give you one night to wash away the selfishness and frivolity in your heart that shouldn't belong to you. Wash until you understand that you cannot be arrogant because you are pampered, and use the tolerance of others as a reason to be presumptuous. Understand that you can refuse and escape, but you have no right to desecrate the dignity of others and interfere with their freedom of choice." His anger, her shock.
Looking at it, the two of them sighed. Love was never about obeying her, not to let her have someone to rely on and be arrogant, but to let her truly understand her own sincerity, to understand that time is always passing slowly. Since you love, why be afraid? Mistakes are only temporary, and if you miss them, what will you do to make up for it? Sometimes disappointment can also be happiness in the future. Only with expectations will there be disappointment. He really cared about her.
Chasing in love, and then discovering that love, has always been a matter of a thousand twists and turns.
The years are peaceful, and I will grow old with you.
[Interruption, Jun Xiaozhi's nonsense]
(Cough, solemn)
Your humble servant pays his respects to Your Majesty.
As the uncrowned historian, your humble servant finished reading today and was truly amazed. Without the suspense of "Imperial Phoenix", Your Majesty still tightly grasped a certain scholar's heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys. Your Majesty's heroism! [Everyone: This is the legendary strength!]
Your Majesty's writing is just like what the Queen of the Palace said. It's obviously fascinating, but it's just that I'm nitpicking, demanding, very, very strict. But this is good, very good. It makes me look up to the sky and sigh. What's there to regret about writing like this? Uh, it's late, it's late. Let's go eat and play, and congratulate Your Majesty on the flow of talent, and bless my various handsome men to quickly throw themselves into my arms. At the same time, I wish all those who follow the writing happiness and longevity. Bow, climb down.
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My dear, I even corrected the wrong words for you, haha.
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