and kissed; he was the general who escorted her back to Qin
. But his principles of monarch and ministers have long been deeply ingrained, and
he did not dare to look directly at the enthusiasm in her eyes, let alone run away
with her.
At that time, there was a famous Taoist monk who practiced the elixir of life. Shi Huang sent him to get the medicine. Before leaving
, she said to him: "You have to come back alive, I will only live for you.
" To take the medicine. He came up with a plan to turn the tiger away from the mountain, and personally led a small army to lure away the rebels,
but he was killed in battle because he was outnumbered. It's been a long time since he came back, she was disheartened and tried the medicine for her death.
Unexpectedly, those who want to die turn to death, and those who want to die turn to immortals. After waking up, she found herself in the
imperial mausoleum , dark and silent, biting her heart like a poisonous snake, but she firmly believed that his
Meng Yi would come back. Maybe it was because God had the virtue of good life, so that he often dreamed of this
mausoleum , so that he could find the imperial mausoleum according to the dream. At the moment of meeting, endless thoughts rushed
out, endless love intertwined. Thousands of years of waiting instantly turned into a tide of love,
surrounding them. Soon, the tomb robbers followed him into the imperial mausoleum. After several disputes, the tomb
ball shattered, and in an instant, the imperial mausoleum collapsed. Suddenly, she realized that he was not
the Meng Yi she was waiting for, he was just a "stranger" with the same face as him. So,
she broke free of his hand and insisted on returning to the imperial mausoleum.
There is no doubt that she was buried here for a long time, and she will be imprisoned here for eternity . But she has no regrets and no regrets from beginning to end, because keeping the
promise will make her life full of sunshine, and it is also the only reason to support her to live.
At the moment when she decided to leave, she poured out the infinite grief that she had been waiting for for
thousands of years, and the tenderness of thousands of years turned into ice-like persistence. The gravel that fell from the collapse of the mausoleum kept falling down
, just like her broken heart at this moment. Her heartbreak also seemed to be transformed
into colorful butterflies that were constantly flying and annihilating in an instant, which was complicated and poignant.
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