Postscript--
In the fifteenth year of Jinghe, on the eighth day of August, the traitor Dongling Xuehan died of illness in prison.
Looking at the blurred moonlight outside the window, she sat in the carriage bumpy. Leave, only by leaving can we avoid all sadness.
A tear fell from her cheek, and she looked down at the kit in her hand and was slightly stunned. She still remembered that the jailer sent something when she was about to leave that day. It is said that Dongling Xuehan gave it to him before, so that he must hand it over to her.
She slowly pulled away the rope, and there was a thumb-sized puppet in the pocket.
Sud suddenly remembered that she had seen this thing in the Wanjuan Pavilion of King Han's Mansion as Wangchen.
That was carved by Dongling Xuehan, which was only a semi-finished product at that time. Now take a closer look, it is already vivid and completely successful.
The sandalwood puppet is carved by a masked girl. Her clothes are floating, her long hair is flying, and her eyes are flowing with a different brilliance...
And, beautiful, condensing his lifelong love...
Three days later...
Dongling Chutian searched the whole city and found the dying Su Nianwei in a deserted suburb of Kyoto.
When he returned to the palace, the imperial doctor had no power to return to heaven and could only shake his head and sigh.
Dongling Chutian cried with a headache, and Su Nianwei gently hugged his head and passed away with all kinds of reluctance and helplessness.
Lifelong love, lifelong eternity, is finally empty.
In the dream, it is the face of silver wind.
This time, he looked at himself sadly.
He said, "You are not from this dynasty. You came here against the sky. Therefore, your life will soon be annihilated in this era!"
Her soul floated in mid-air and nodded contentedly and said, "It doesn't matter. I have no regrets in my life!"
He said, "I am the spirit of the six reincarnations, which can guide you to where you should go!"
She said, "Where should I go?"
"What do you want to become in the afterlife?"
She slightly restrained her jaw and thought for a long time, she said; "Tolstoy said that the versions of love happiness are the same, but the unfortunate versions are various. Yes, when we see a happy love story, it is equivalent to seeing the smile on the faces of all happy lovers, but misfortune often happens around us, which always makes people cry. Sometimes, recalling your love is always related to tears. It falls down like glass, broken to the ground and can no longer be cleaned up. She gradually faded away, leaving a solid back that could no longer be retained. In the afterlife, let me make an onion, send a drop of comfort to all unfortunate love, and let tears soak in the lingering hurt, maybe get better faster. Strip yourself layer by layer and ** out of your heart. Maybe there is a moment or something that can touch you. Don't change your mind and love. Please remember me.
And what can I do in the afterlife?" She can't find the answer in her heart. There is really reincarnation, but she doesn't want to pay for the bitterness of the world.
She said, "In the afterlife, I want to be a wild goose that has been flying in the blue sky!" Have plenty of energy to soar; have enough physical strength to wait; have keen eyesight to look at; and have smart hearing to listen!"
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