When Huang Mengcheng was still full of ambition and was about to make a career and contribute to the country and the people, he was still just a student in the academy.

It's just that he is a very famous student, and even the gentleman of the school said that he will be able to achieve great things in the future.

At that time, it was not long before the founding of the country, but for decades, everything still had the shadow of turmoil, and everything had endless hope.

Even after a long period of war, when the tyrannical rule of the former Wanli was broken away and a new dynasty and new king were ushered in, it seemed that all the tired and desperate past had disappeared, and the whole country was filled with new yearnings.

Huang Mengcheng, who grew up in the war, was also accustomed to the war-torn days, which also made the books he studied, from literature and history to martial arts.

Mr. said that Zi Zheng needed a talent like him. As long as he participates in the scientific examination, he will definitely be able to go to high school and get a good future.

This is not only what Mr. wants, but also what Huang Mengcheng desires in his heart.

The young man's blood is full of fiery emotions, and he can't wait to show his strength in this land.

He is proud of all the scholars who are inferior to himself, because they are superficial and vulgar, and they recite one article after another for the sake of money and power, and they look sluggish, they want to get everything, but they are afraid of losing everything.

Their countenances hide an undivulgeable ambition, dark and damp, unsightly, and disgusting.

And he is the complete opposite of these people, his words and deeds are full of fiery fire, undisguised, and the outpouring of ambition is uncomfortable, but he has talent as a companion, and has never restrained half a cent.

That year, he used his pen as a beam in the examination room, rebuked his ambition, and sent him to the highest palace in Zixi.

And it was in that palace that he encountered the catastrophe of this life.

On that day, he stood before the king with a group of chosen students, and was commanded to compose a poem.

When a group of people frowned, thinking about the wording, he had already said what he thought about on weekdays, that one, it was really hearty, he scolded the heavens and scolded the former Wanli, and hoped that the people and the government would attack, he poured all his ambitions out in front of the people, and said for a quarter of an hour, with a smile on his face, he strode out of the hall, not listening to what the king would judge.

He thought it was the happiest quarter of his life, but when he walked out of the hall and walked majestically to the palace gate, he was blinded by the figure running on the porch, and his ears were surrounded by her laughter.

Behind her were several palace maids chasing her, also running, but they were not as wanton as her, so that they didn't notice it at all.

The girl was so charming, like a butterfly fluttering outside the vast temple, and her laughter was sweeter than all the children he had ever heard.

Huang Mengcheng was suddenly taken away from his gaze, and his happiness at this time was even more enjoyable than the remarks of Fang Cai's palace.

He didn't care how the king commented on his articles after that, and he didn't care whether he could give full play to his talents when the officials gave him a few products.

There was only one thought in his heart, that is, to make that fluttering figure always so beautiful.

He is still doing what he is good at, but his purpose has changed a little.

The people of the world are still in his mind, just to make way for a girl.

Such a wanton figure should not be restrained, but God likes to put a cage on winged creatures so that they cannot fly out of control.

The same goes for that girl.

The king had already made a marriage contract for her, and he was the hero who laid down the son to attack the country.

Everyone said how compatible these two were, but he saw that the girl was gradually annihilating her life, and her waving wings no longer flying, and occasionally flapping a few times, only a slight cool breeze, and a leisurely sorrow.

Finally, the girl left in a fire.

He couldn't tell for a moment whether this was good or bad for her.

I thought that the whole country would mourn and mourn this unfortunate princess.

But the king had no such thoughts, and immediately replaced the candidate for the wedding with the younger princess.

The whole country was filled with red joy, as if the fire had never been burned.

The civil and military forces of the Manchu Dynasty congratulated the king on marrying his beloved daughter, but the princess who died tragically disappeared from their mouths.

For a moment, he couldn't see the world clearly.

The original ambitions were as if they had been castrated, and they could no longer arouse his interest.

He didn't know what he was worthy of protecting in the face of this group of ignorant people, and the courtiers who did not distinguish between good and evil, and even the king who did not love his daughter.

He just left, and no one knew where he had gone, not even himself.

He only remembered that he had traveled a long way, met many people, and done many things, but his heart died in that fire.

Finally, when he came to a place called Klee, he saw the butterfly with its broken wings.

From her eyes, he can see a lot of feelings, hatred, resentment, regret, but there is no freedom.

He tried to help her fly as freely as she used to be, but she refused.

Because she has no position to say such a thing again.

But he stayed, because he believed that one day, he would be able to help her smile again.

As long as I can stay with her.

Later, another person came beside her, and this woman had an ugly face, and the traces of being burned by the fire could not help but be looked at.

She hugged her leg and begged her to stay, and she stayed.

He didn't know that someone could do this for a relationship.

She is very different from her, she is down, hopeless but hopeless, while she is grateful, in despair but hopeless.

At some point, there were two women in his eyes, and even he wondered if it was unfair to her.

But before he could sort out his mind, she died.

She died at the hands of hatred, resentment, and remorse, and this emotion has always accompanied him since she came out of the fire.

But he knew that the source of this emotion was those two countries that were not worth her pain.

He hates!

He wants to avenge her, to a world where there is no right or wrong!

In the past, those talents who served the country and worked for the welfare of the people were used by him in this way.

He hated red-eyed, and even did not hesitate to hurt those she once valued, but also to let them know that the world was wrong, and those who broke her wings were evil.

In the end, when it was too late, he realized that he had not given hope to that person, but also brought despair to another person. And he is just a clown between heaven and earth, provoking the storm, but he will be confused for life.

The bag in the hand is still there, and the fragrance is gone.

Everything will eventually return to dust, just like my own life, busy, but meaningless.

The blood splashed from his heart was very similar to the butterfly he saw back then.

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