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| | Qin Shi Huang, Grey Wolf (17th Nov 22 at 12:49am UTC) | | Meng Tian's voice was no longer as gentle as usual, and he looked at me with a pair of eyes that made me feel strange. I don't know. "Luo Ling, if Chang'an Jun wants to let the king know, he won't let me relay such words.". He knows the king, and if you say it, the king will misunderstand you. Misunderstand me? Yes, if I give Ying Cheng Jiao's scrolls to Ying Zheng, what will he think of me? How to look at Ying Chengjiao? How to look at Meng Tian? "I.." Your Majesty, he is very special to you. He doesn't want you to have any trouble with other men. You know what? If the king knew that Chang'an Jun had only told you about it until he died, do you think the king would understand him and you? Yeah, will he understand me? But, but how can I let this matter forever seal in own heart. Luo Ling, Chang'an Jun has his reasons for doing this. Please respect him, can you? Once upon a time, Meng Tian also hated Ying Chengjiao so much, but now he spoke for him. He's cool. He's right. Ying Chengjiao had no love in his life. When he said goodbye to the dream of prosperity, he turned all the hatred into friendship. Am I really not supposed to ruin everything he laid down? "No." "Chang'an Jun left with a smile." Laugh, his smile contains the poison of poppy, his smile hides the intoxication that makes people suffocate, and his smile makes everything in the world become flashy like a dream. Cheng Jiao.. I pulled the medicine bottle tightly in my hand. I remember he gave me the medicine to treat the scar wound before, and I still put it on my body. This is a bottle of medicine, in the face or cure, into Jiao, I know my unfeeling has become a factor in your death, I am sorry, I really can not fall in love with you. Even though my heart is covered with unspeakable guilt, I still tell myself so firmly that I can't fall in love with you. Suddenly, there were two drops of water on the bottle, and my vision gradually blurred. Luo Ling, give me the parchment. Meng Tian raised his hand, but I instinctively retreated and looked at him in amazement with misty eyes: "You think..." "You can't keep the scrolls." "No, it was his last words." "Luo Ling, it must not stay!" "But." "For the sake of the king, you and I have no choice." Chang'an King's Surrender to Zhao: King's Martyrdom (7) This is like a play, a complex and simple play, in which he, or he, plays himself in a role destined by God, and also plays himself in the eyes of others. I held the scroll tightly in my hand and whispered, "I want to put it somewhere." It was a place where I had talked with Ying Chengjiao in detail. I looked back and looked at Ying Zheng's study again. With the permission of Meng Tian, I walked towards the place opposite to the study. It was the lakeside behind the green trees, it was the place where we used to talk, it was beside the stone where I said goodbye to Cheng Jiao, I stood where I used to stand, and Meng Tian stood beside me. Tian, the last time I saw him was here, when I threw a stone. I picked one up and threw it into the lake. Just like that day, the stone jumped several times and sank into the water. Luo Ling. "I'm fine." The summer wind brought a heat wave, I wiped the tears from my eyes with the back of my hand, and sobbed to find the stones on the ground. Suddenly, a shining stone fell into my eyes. Tian, does this stone look good? Dazzling colors flashed across my face, radio shuttle racking , and Meng Tian whispered back to me, "Yes." With my approval, I wrapped the parchment roll in a stone and smiled bitterly: "Cheng Jiao, I wonder if this stone can match you?" Tightly, the sheepskin roll wrapped in stone clung to the sweat in my palm and was thrown far into the lake, sparkling and golden, as beautiful and heartbreaking as he was. He's really beautiful. Cheng Jiao's last words, the secret of Cheng Jiao, all of Cheng Jiao sank to the bottom of the lake with the stone, and became the past that will never be known in history. On that day, he performed a sword dance here and threw the lakeside stone into the lake, which was as beautiful as a meteor shower. "Luo Ling, he's gone." "Yes, he's gone." Trembling, I repeated: "He said that if there is an afterlife, we will never meet again, and even if we meet, we will never know each other again." "Luo Ling.".
"My body fell into a solid arm, and my tears touched my skirt." Tian, why.. Why. Will it be like this? Why can only death be exchanged for the future? "Your Majesty is the future of Daqin. To die for Your Majesty, Chang'an Jun will not be the first person, nor will he be the last.". Or. Maybe in the future, I will die, too. Chang'an Jun's Surrender to Zhao: Emperor's Martyrdom (8) I sobbed in Meng Tian's arms, holding his sleeve tightly, begging him not to add a word. I am afraid, I am afraid that one day it will really be like this, history, what is the real history of Daqin? Sima Qian? Why doesn't your Historical Records record everything here? This day, this night, I sat by the lake, quietly watching the sunset, watching the moon rise. Vast smoke waves, melancholy tenderness, my bitterness, my melancholy fell in the black night, turned into a touch of smoke, floating in front of my eyes. A few days later, the battle report from the front reached the Xianyang Palace. The rebels had been killed and wounded, and the prisoners of war had been detained in the camp. An Jun, the leader of the rebels, jumped off a cliff to avoid punishment, but his body was not seen. By the time he got the battle report, Ying Zheng had no pity. The people of Tunliu were ordered to move to Lintao, and all the rebel generals in custody were beheaded. He only fulfilled his promise to bring Ying Chengjiao's only bone and blood, Ying Ziying, who was less than one year old, into the palace and gave him a palace to raise in confinement. All the women in Chang'an Junfu, except Ying Ziying's birth mother, were all official maidservants, and the men were banished to the army. From now on, I will not have the name of Chang'an Jun in the history of Daqin!!! Treason was originally a major crime of the three Yi clans, but because of Ying Chengjiao's special status, Ying Zheng removed all of Ying Chengjiao in the imperial clan. After his death, he, the younger half-brother of Ying Zheng, was demoted to a commoner and removed from the imperial clan register forever. I finally know why there are no more records of Ying Chengjiao in history. It turns out that the hidden history is like this. When I put away the imperial edict for Ying Zheng, I knelt down and begged him: "I beg your majesty to show mercy and leave a name for Chang'an Jun." 。 omracking.com | |
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