Chapter 392: Hehehe

In 2012, the archaeology of Xi'an, Shaanxi Province found another tomb, which can be judged to be the joint burial tomb of a general and a clan woman, and the main burial chamber stores a double coffin, but there is only a male skeleton in the coffin.

Unexpectedly, the title of the woman of the clan on the epitaph is consistent with the title of a contemporaneous princess recorded in the annals. Somehow at the moment.

"I want to know you well, live a long life, the mountains are edgeless, the rivers are exhausted, the winter thunder is shaking, the summer rain and snow, the heaven and the earth are together, but I dare to be with you. ”

In the past, under the moon of Chang'an, there was a beautiful woman standing in the peach blossom forest, and the Tao came from the firm oath passed by the ancients. The beauty's eyes are firm, as if the sky is falling apart, and the stars can't shake half of it.

However, the four seasons alternate, Shaohua is like water, the peach blossoms are still blooming brightly against the moonlight, and the people who made the vows at the beginning are like scattered and rotten peach blossoms.

Life is short, there is a certain number in the dark, everyone is struggling to escape from this bondage, if you can escape, it is luck, if you can't escape, it is fate. The former alliance of the sea and the mountains seemed so pale and powerless in the face of the established fate.

Born in the prosperous world, one of them is a general who holds a heavy army and is destined to be born and died on the battlefield for the rest of his life, and the other is a princess with a noble status and raised in the deep palace. They are not ordinary people, they all have responsibilities that cannot be abandoned, and the fate of the people in the world is tied to them.

So, she was sent to make peace.

The desert is a country on horseback. Sent to make peace, she is destined to become an abandoned pawn, and her life is ill-fated and unpredictable.

Unable to accept the separation from her lover, she begs him to take her away.

However, she was disappointed.

He nudged her away and turned, leaving her with a back. Since then, when she made a vow to him for this life, his chuckle may have heralded the future separation.

Yes, she was wrong, wrong. She shouldn't be delusional that the white head that can only be engraved on the poetry book is inseparable, and the love and lovesickness that she once got in the end was only the heart-wrenching back. She no longer has the luxury of courting, she chooses to obey fate and kiss.

On the day of his departure, he came to see him off. Outside the plug, her wedding dress was like fire, dyeing the sky blood. What is reflected in his eyebrows is still a familiar face, distant mountain eyebrows, and a little cinnabar. According to legend, the peach blossoms in her eyes can bloom all over the world, and he saw it, and in that glance, the peach blossoms bloomed extremely beautifully, so beautiful, and so beautiful that they were decisive. Just like the sentence "I want to be with you", he was in an ice cellar and injured his body.

Lovesickness is like blood, and it is a long-term hatred. In the past, the peach blossom rain turned around lightly, and it was destined to be separated in this life. The old things are buried in the sea, so far goodbye, the old lovesickness, the sea vows and mountain alliances have turned into love and are blown and buried by the yellow sand of history, the years have passed, even if you stretch out your hand, you can't save anything.

Many years later, when the horse's hooves stepped into the old land, the sun was still like blood, the yellow sand was all over the sky, the whimper of the lonely goose came from the west, and even the desert wind was mixed with the salty smell.

She won't know that she is not the only one who is heartbroken by the original love, they are destined to be unable to stay together in this life, and she is not the only one who is lonely and old. He didn't want to abandon either of them, but he had to make a choice.

The sharpened nicks on the epitaph, the coffin in the main burial chamber, the memories that wander in history, will always be precipitated.

In life, we were so deceived by fate that we could not stay together in this life. When you die, please be buried with me and never be separated.