Now Nanyu is writing a story that is almost in the final state.

happened in the Republic of China, a delicate and poignant story.

Beacon Republic of China, Gone with the Wind.

Excerpts, a dream.

The low-key luxury of the old century, the smoke and rain were hazy, that era of drunken gold and bright lights.

It was a paradise for the rich.

Ten miles of oceans, fresh clothes and angry horses.

The three-storey houses standing by the river, the wide asphalt road, the lights of Paramount are red and green, and the figures of the women are as if they have passed through hundreds of years of time and are engraved on the picture scroll of history.

Liyuan.

On the high stage, there are pink-clad actors with heavy makeup, and their postures are exquisite and enchanting.

As soon as you raise your eyes, flick your sleeves, and turn around, it is a period of countless tactful romances.

You sing, I'll appear.

This story revolves around this woman, the most beautiful Hua Dan in the excerpt of the Liyuan Opera Troupe, Shuyan.

Shuyan, Shuyan, as the name suggests, is a beautiful and scorching good color.

Dressed in green clothes with water sleeves, long crow blue hair reaching to the waist, and a peerless beauty that can't be hidden by heavy makeup.

Everyone in the world knows that he is famous and beautiful, and he is a smash hit.

This peerless beauty, how many people spend a lot of money just to beg her to see her, and how many people will never forget it after a glimpse.

But what is as famous as this beauty's appearance is her eccentric and moody temperament.

Someone came to the pear orchard and asked her to sing by name, no matter how powerful the other party was, whether she sang or not, only she was happy.

Someone once thought of using strong means to persecute her, but the young master was found hanging outside the city gate the next day.

The family didn't even dare to pursue it, and within a few days, the family moved to another place.

What broke everyone's glasses was that this beauty finally married the commander of the northern city, the young marshal who held the military power of one side, Rong Xian.

That day.

Ten miles of red makeup on the ground, eight sedan chairs, and the army welcomes relatives.

The young marshal riding on a tall horse, wearing a big red robe, has a straight posture, and is as handsome as jade.

In this northern city, there are a lot of rumors about the Rong family.

The young handsome of the Rong family, ruthless, famous, and amazingly talented young rulers.

Such a character is love at first sight for a pear orchard actor.

The world is right.

Beauty Town, Hero's Tomb.

Since marrying Shuyan, this originally ambitious young marshal seems to have cultivated himself.

He shelved his plans to expand his territory and gave up his ambition to fight for power and kill the world. He painted his eyebrows and makeup for his wife's boudoir, just to make her smile, and everyone sighed at the iron-blooded tenderness of this young handsome.

Until I met you, my ambition for the rest of my life was all you.

What a beautiful love word.

However, this good story was broken halfway.

The young marshal of the Rong family, at his most glorious age, died violently.

He died at the hands of his new wife.

That gunshot almost pierced the sky.

The iron-clad young marshal of Beicheng, holding his chest, fell down, blood snaked down from the corners of his mouth.

"I'd rather believe that the gun went off than that you tried to kill me," he said. ”

The woman with a beautiful face held the gun, and her expression was cold and resolute that he had never seen before.

He asked, "Ah Yan, have you ever had a trace of sincerity towards me?" ”

She replied, "...... Never. ”

This young marshal with great achievements has never been so embarrassed, and the Rong family is young and young, and he has finally been planted in love.

Even if he was dying, he wouldn't let his cronies give her a penny.

"Shuyan, you just rely on me to love you."

This is the last sentence left by Rong Xian.