The story takes place in Chang'an.

During the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, Chang'an was named Xianyang.

The autumn sky is clear, clear and far away, and the northern geese fly south.

On the road into the city, the sound of hurried horses' hooves suddenly came from far and near, startling the pedestrians on the street to turn their heads to watch.

The man on the horse was dressed in a dark brocade robe, with deep eyebrows and thin lips, as if he had something on his mind.

It is said that people with thin lips have always been affectionate.

The silver bed is old with asphalt, and the powder is swept in autumn.

His name is Qingwu.

The noise of the market sounded in his ears, he frowned slightly, looked at the commotion in front of him, and stopped.

It turned out to be another vulgar incident of poor people selling women into brothels.

I didn't want to pay attention to it, grabbed the reins and prepared to leave, but after a glance, after seeing the heroine of this incident clearly, he raised his eyebrows and stopped again.

The hands are like soft wattles, the skin is like clotted fat, the collar is like a grub, the teeth are like a rhinoceros, and the head of the mantis is like an eyebrow.

This was originally a poem to praise the beauty of Qi Nuzhuang Jiang, but Qingwu felt that it was not an exaggeration to put it on her.

Pear blossoms bring rain in spring.

This trip was to find the world's most beautiful beauty, and it was already in vain, but now it seems that it has landed again.

………

"Since today, you have changed your name to Li Luowei, and you are the fourth lady of the Prime Minister's Mansion, can you understand?"

In the Prime Minister's Mansion, she looked up at him cautiously, and saw that his inky eyes were as deep as a whirlpool, and there was no end in sight.

He was originally a guest of the Prime Minister's Mansion and a strategist of the Prime Minister, but now he was recommended by the Prime Minister to do things for the King of Qin.

Looking for beauty, give it to King Zhao.

This is his mission this time.

"You go down first, from tomorrow, I will teach you women's etiquette."

………

"Lord Qingwu, today Mrs. Liang taught Luowei another dance, do you want to take a look?"

In April, in the warm spring season, her eyes are like a spring breeze, sending a trace of warmth.

He was going to enter the palace to see King Qin after seeing her, but looking at the expectation in her eyes, he hesitated a little and agreed.

Luo smiled slightly, and looked at Qingwu with a dazzling pearl in his eyes.

Gently move the lotus step, dance like a lotus.

The waist is suspiciously folded, and the sleeves are about to fly.

Clever smile, beautiful eyes. At the end of the dance, she looked at the person in front of her and smiled like a flower.

Others didn't know that in fact, as early as the moment Qingwu pulled her on the horse, she had already secretly promised him her heart.

Untied her shirt lightly, she wanted to give herself to him.

The beauty has a red face like a lotus, and her skin is like condensation, she looks at Qingwu's gaze, full of affection.

Qingwu was startled, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, and he hurriedly turned his back, trying to restrain himself from looking at her.

The man behind "Qingwu ......" called him softly, and there was even a hint of supplication in his tone.

Qingwu closed his eyes, but his eyelashes kept trembling, and he wanted to hide the complex and forbearant emotions in his eyes.

"You will eventually marry King Zhao, how can I want you?" His voice was a little hoarse.

Perhaps, as one person said, life is always unfulfilling, and sometimes respecting love means betraying reality; To fulfill reality, you have to live up to love.

It's not that you don't love, you just can't love.

………

Mid-autumn has arrived, and King Zhao sent envoys to Xianyang to marry Li Luowei, the fourth lady of the Prime Minister's Mansion of Qin.

The beauty rolled the beaded curtain, sat deeply and frowned, but when she saw the tears wet, she didn't know who she hated.

Standing alone in a tall building, the cool autumn wind swept up the dead leaves on the ground, carrying the smell of dirt and residual leaves, blowing his half-draped robe fiercely.

He watched the Zhao envoy in the distance go farther and farther, gradually turning into black dots until they disappeared.

………

In 228 BC, Wang Jian broke the Zhao army and pacified the Dongyang region. The Qin army marched south to conquer Handan and captured Zhao Wangqian.

"The king of Qin ordered that the king of Zhao move to the deep mountains of Fangling and kill his son."

At the sound of an order, the soldiers behind him strode forward.

Luo Wei half-knelt on the ground, she opened her arms in front of a little boy of four or five years old, and looked at the person who came to give the order, her face was as white as paper.

"Please let him go." Her voice was trembling, and her tearful eyes were full of pleading, "He's still young, he doesn't understand anything." ”

"Zhao Guogongzi Jia has fled, and there can be no more disasters left behind." Qingwu's eyes were dark, he looked down at her, and he couldn't hear any emotion in his words, "King Qin's order, I also hope that Li Bazi will cooperate." ”

"No......" She knelt on the ground completely, whimpering, tears rolling down like pearls in her eyes, smashing the emerald makeup on her face, and her body couldn't help trembling, "Please, please......"

Qingwu couldn't help but feel a pang in his heart.

He thought that after many years, the original excitement for her had already been smoothed out by the years.

But who knows, now when he sees Luo Wei kneeling in front of him, tearful and begging, he can't help but feel heartache.

He frowned slightly.

He shouldn't be.

With a ruthless heart, he turned his head, no longer caring about the sound of Luowei, crying and begging, and asked Zhao Wangqian's widow to be taken away.

Luowei hugged her child tightly and refused to let go, but in the end, she couldn't change the fact that the child was taken away.

She hurriedly stood up and stumbled to run in the direction where the child had been taken, but was stopped by the soldier beside her.

The child's crying became farther and farther away, and finally stopped abruptly and was silent.

Qingwu witnessed everything that happened, and he only felt that his chest was tight.

And even he didn't realize that under his wide cuffs, his fists were clenched, and his nails had sunk into the skin, oozing red blood.

It turned out that he had never forgotten her, and when he saw her again, the emotions that had been buried in his heart for many years were like a valve that did not close the gate, and the feelings were like water, gushing out.

Luo Wei sat down on the ground, she slowly raised her head to look at Qingwu, her eyes were a dead night, as if she would never see the light.

Should she hate him?

Hate him for pushing himself into King Zhao's arms in the past, and hate him for seeing his children being killed but not saving him now?

But he's just doing what he's told.

And what right did she have to hate him?

She lowered her eyes and laughed to herself.

If there is an afterlife, may you and I never see each other again, so that we can not fall in love.

As the saying goes, in love in this world, everything has cause and effect, debts should be repaid, and sins should be paid.

In this life, he rescued her from the land of fireworks and gave her a second life, and he also used her to indirectly kill her children and husband.

It's also a debt of not indebtedness.

Luo Wei held her sore knees and slowly stood up, she finally looked at Qingwu, there were still tears in the corners of her eyes, but she smiled.

Qingwu's pupils shrank, and he keenly sensed the unusual emotions on Luo Wei's body, but it was too late to stop it.

Blood trickled from her forehead, and her forehead slid down against the pillar, and finally fell to the cold ground, leaving a bright red mark on the pillar.

A fishy sweetness suddenly surged in his throat, Qing Wu felt dizzy in front of him, he held his chest with one hand, and couldn't help but spit it out.

"Lord Qingwu!"

"Quick! Call a doctor! ”

“……”

………

After this incident, Qingwu fell seriously ill.

Now he was wrong at the time, and his heart was miserable. Red tears are secretly drooping, and his eyes are full of spring breeze.

Knowing this, there was no plan later, and he forced the happy period. A farewell, falling pear blossoms and the west.

People found that after recovering from a serious illness, Qingwu's temperament changed greatly, and he was no longer as vigorous and resolute as in the past, and he was too rational and sober.

He always looks preoccupied, often staring at one place in a daze, not knowing what to think.

Even once passing by a brothel, he looked at the plaque at the door, stunned to see the time for a pot of tea.

A year later, Qingwu resigned and returned to his hometown on the grounds of physical discomfort.

Autumn came again, with a hint of desolation, as if it was a long-lasting sadness, and once the eyes were cold.

The days are long and sometimes endless, and this hatred lasts forever.