38 Helen sincerely remembers the words of her deceased husband, and she should repent of her words

Helen is still secretly crying for her ex-husband.

In order to get me back to your heart, you did not hesitate to mobilize all the allies to form a million United Alliance, and exhausted your financial resources to bankrupt your family, just to embrace me in your heart again.

I never thought that your feelings for me would be so precious that you would risk your death to get me back. There are so many beauties in the world like the stars in the sky, why don't you think that the eldest husband is worried about having no wife.

At this time, I was better than back then, when the flowers and the moon were beautiful, and the battle was youthful, and the beauty of a woman was like the rising sun in the east, and the past noon was sinking in the west, and the decline of the face would be worthless.

Why are you so stubborn, knowing that the flowers of my youth are no longer what they were then, and now they are just withering and dry wood, and compared with those years, gold has degraded into rusty iron, is it that the true love of the world has blinded your eyes and mistakenly regarded the abyss as a bright avenue.

Why can't anyone tell you that I am already a bad woman scolded by a thousand fingers, and it is no longer worth it at all, so that a brave and good fighter, the royal son of heaven, lost a life for nothing.

The sun has set, and tomorrow there will be sunrise in the east, and you are already dead, and there will be no more life, and it will all depend on the green smoke of cremation to send you to the sky, so that your strong body will turn into a cloud in the sky.

In my dreams, I can hear people behind me accusing me: a beautiful woman is a poison, and a man who is lustful will drink poison to death.

Hates only hates the world's fathers and mothers, why don't you make your daughter look the same? lest the men of the world have a lot of disasters for the beauty pageant and die in the prime of life.

I deeply regretted that when I was young, I thought that I was just going out with the prince to play, but I didn't know that it was, just like playing with fire in the deep mountains in winter, and the dry yellow trees and weeds were just soaked in lamp oil, provoking the flames to burn the whole mountain forest.

I never thought that I, a weak woman, would cause an unprecedented catastrophic war in the world, if the city was destroyed, where would I be?

Is your brother going to take me in? If you have any other purpose for this expedition, then I will be worthless, I am no longer fat, and my beauty will be left to other people's fields.

You are dead, but your coalition is still in full swing, and the commander is your own brother, he will avenge you, he is even more brave and good than you, and Odysseus, he is like a father and son to you.

When you two men decide to take possession of me by winning or losing a duel, I hope that you will die in Paris's spear piercing the heart, this is definitely not that I have a bias to underestimate you, it is my face that does not allow me to return to my hometown with you again.

Now that you have died on the battlefield, the cold arrow was not the work of Paris, but was instigated and connived by the gods, and its purpose was to get the two armies to fight again.

Perhaps it was I who had sinned against the gods in peacetime, and let the war go on and on, without boredom, and caught me in the middle, and tormented my conscience, as if I were kneeling before God to be judged.

God, my face is no longer the flower that bloomed back then, and the hands that have had time have plucked me, why don't you let me slowly dry up and turn me into firewood, and then rub me into a thousand scum (snow).

Gods, gods, make your own bets, take me in your hands as a dyer, and throw me around with you, and take my sorrow as your win or lose.

I was born of my parents when I was so beautiful, and I never stole it from heaven, nor did I go to another man's house to rob it, so why did I commit the sin that made me grief-stricken.

My face is not old, you are in the prime of life, my ex-husband.

When you want to be on the wedding night at the beginning of the year, you often linger and love until dawn, your majestic and healthy body is as strong as a bison, and the man sows the world's **, like a spring in the depths of the mountains gushing out of the grass, and never stops.

Neither you nor nor I could have imagined that bad luck would come to the new love, and that it was God who was leading the prince of the East to our island nation, and then embroidering charming flowers on the prince's face, and letting his flamboyant tongue deceive me before I understood the affairs of the world.

The Prince of the East is not a bad man, and by nature he loves me. After many years of wandering at sea, he did not abuse me, but protected me wholeheartedly.

You shouldn't have chased me to the door of his house to ask for someone, why can't you understand that elopement is a common thing for both parties, since you know that it has become a fact, thousands of miles away from the vicious waves, your stubborn nature will surely kill you.

You are dead, and I should have grieved for you, and then quickly returned to the happiness of sweet love, but this is not the end of the war, but the beginning of an even more cruel war.

You men, who are you born warlike males? To die is to be a hero, and to live to be a hero. If you die, you have to rob beautiful women, and if you live, you have to rob beautiful women.

Beautiful women are also people, and they are not treasures, so they don't need to eat, they just put them there for people to see, and hang themselves in order to show their wealth.

Everyone knows that a beautiful woman is like a delicate flower, and that ordinary woman is a lowly tree, and the wind and rain are people. And the beauty is completely different, because the flowers are too delicate, they carve when the wind blows, and they die when the rain hits.

Beautiful women love money, strong men are lustful, this is the reason of who is talking nonsense, those who are muddy believe it is true, and those who are clear do not take it seriously. The thick branches and big leaves are full of green mountains, the delicate flowers and young leaves are yellow for several days, and the love must be, coarse tea and light rice, and share the joys and sorrows.

(, it's just making up words.) The ghost wants you to write novels as poems, who do you think you are, and you are afraid that someone will call you X Zizi if you live in the kiln. ）

Helen was reminiscing about what had happened over the years, and the sister-in-law came.

"Sister-in-law," said the sister-in-law, "let's go to the city wall and watch the battle, and I heard that your ex-husband was not killed by an arrow."

"Ah," Helen heard her sister-in-law say that her ex-husband was not killed by an arrow, but she felt like she had heard bad news.

"Sister-in-law, don't talk nonsense, don't you think your sister-in-law is upset enough, where did you hear it, don't tease your sister-in-law."

"I heard that there is a lineup of lieutenants on the carriage again, let's go and take a look, whether it's true or not, just go and see." The sister-in-law said.

Helen began to put on makeup. Look at it, look at a woman's heart, isn't this obvious and shameful. Because if you dress up more beautifully, it will make men fight more fiercely for her. This is the normal heart of a woman.

"Wait a minute, wait a minute, I'll clean this tear stain for you," the sister-in-law is so kind to her sister-in-law.

The two women were a little scrambling, but they still went out with their makeup very seriously. This is called beauty.

Women are like this, the more beautiful they are, the more they like to dress up, all because of inertia, and being beautiful has always been a momentum.