On a vast grassland, a handsome man in a moon-white costume led a white horse.

On the hillside, there stood a woman with a beautiful face, her long black hair hung down, a few strings of beads embedded in her hair, a bun with small braids on the top of her head, and a few beaded flowers were also inlaid with pink feathers and pearls on her forehead.

A pale pink outfit is a good reflection of her slender figure.

"Si Ru, you have finally come to see me" Murong Ruoli walked up to her quickly, a happy smile on his face.

"Are you here to take me away" Li Siru glanced at Bai Ma and asked with little confidence.

"No, I want to marry you justifiably, my father will pass me on to my uncle, next month, I will be the king of Nanyan, I will marry you, let the whole world know that you are my queen"

Murong Ruoli swore an oath.

She lost her mind, after all, she still can't withstand the long stream of history, she can't escape the fate she deserves.

"What's wrong with you" He couldn't help but tremble in his heart when he saw this, it was the kind of anxiety that had existed for a long time that his beloved would leave at any time.

Murong Ruoli hurriedly hugged her tightly, he is the king in the future, no, for her, he doesn't want to control just one Nanyan, he wants to be the king of the whole world!

In this way, he can have the supreme right, so that no one will snatch her away from him!

......

Half a year later, the eldest princess of Xiliang got married and married to the monarch of Nanyan.

The wedding of the prosperous world is celebrated by the whole country.

At that moment, she was wearing a precious and gorgeous red wedding dress, stepping on flower petals in gold silk inlaid seven treasure shoes, stepping on the soft red carpet, stepping on the white jade glazed stone steps, and walking towards the heroic man.

Accept the worship of hundreds of officials, reign over the world, and be admired by thousands of people.

Murong Ruoli has no one else at this moment, he understands that this life is only for her, and they are an inseparable couple.

Even Heaven can't separate them!

At this point, he happily wanted to lift the red cover, but unexpectedly, just as he was about to touch it, a light wind came from nowhere, and it blew the hijab up......

Why? He froze.

Wouldn't she be his bride?

As soon as this thought came out, Murong Ruoli hurriedly pressed it out.

No, it won't, in this life, in this life, forever and ever, he will never let go!

......

Time flies, another year passes.

A year is not a long time, but it is enough to turn the world upside down, she is gone, and she will never see each other again in this life.

Murong Ruoli didn't blame her for using witchcraft to summon the soul of a thousand years later, but she didn't blame her for doing everything possible to escape from him!

He scanned the corpses all over the ground in sorrow, he didn't know how many people he had killed, how many people's blood had been splattered on his body, this was the last thing she wanted to see, but now, he decided to kill like crazy again in order to get her back.

What a book is too much to write! What is criticized by posterity! What a tyrant! What an infamy through the ages! He doesn't mind, he wants to take her back, even if it's just a corpse!

She is his wife, both in life and death.

None of the schemes were, of course, failing.

Murong Ruoli was pushed onto the guillotine, his expression haggard, his hair was scattered, and behind him was a large group of men and women, old and young, with executioners holding large knives above their heads.

In the distance, swaying are withered yellow reeds.

That year, in the reeds, she sat on the bow of the boat like a fisherwoman cooking tea, and he held the pole of the boat to ripple in circles.

They also used to be concubines and live a life of male farmers and female weavers.

......

He raised the corners of his mouth and smiled, and his mouth kept whispering a name, and the executioner raised his knife and fell......

That year, Nanyan was extinguished, and all the royal clans were sentenced to death......

I sniffled, and the pages were automatically flipped.

On the big red bed, the girl in red, I rubbed my eyes in disbelief, isn't this me?

A man carefully groomed my hair and snuggled me up to his chest

The marriage of the sexes is made in one place.

Good fate is forever, matching the same name.

Look at the peach blossoms burning on this day, IKEA IKEA,

The melons are long, and the Erchang is blazing.

I would like to make a covenant with a white head, and the book will be written to Hongjian,

Good will be the alliance of red leaves, containing the mandarin spectrum.

"A thousand years later, no matter what it becomes, I can find you, I am Murong Ruoli, do you remember?"

'I remember, remember,' and I couldn't help but mumble to myself when the images came into my head.

I clearly remember the Sixteen Kingdoms, I am the princess of Xiliang Kingdom, and he is the king of Nanyan.

In the war, we loved and killed each other, and spent the most anxious life.

It wasn't until his soul reached the modern age that he used Ning Yueze's body to create an illusion for me, a fantasy that I can't help but feel pain when I think about it now.

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The heavy pages of the book turned another page.

Late Northern Song Dynasty......

This era is still full of war, and the beacon fire is full of smoke and rolling earth.

The Jin soldiers were riding their iron horses towards the Central Plains, from north to south, intending to conquer every inch of land.

Wanyan Yunmo rode a horse and stood on a high slope, overlooking the Song City not far away.

His uncle was Wan Yan Min, the Great Khan of the Jin State, and this was his first expedition to the Central Plains with a large army.

Wan Yanmin once laughed and said that he was brave and good at fighting in his bones, and he was born to come for the great cause of the Jin Kingdom, but only he knew that he didn't like war, and even hated fear extremely.

For as long as he can remember, he has had a strong idea that his whole life has been for a woman.

For more than ten years, he has searched for a woman who can't be found in the entire grassland, so will she be in the Central Plains?

Xiaoxiao twilight rain is crying, it is early spring, Asakusa falls horseshoe, he came here alone without a soldier, from the north to the south of the Yangtze River.

In Yangzhou in March, fireworks were everywhere, and finally at a garden party, among the thousands of dressed girls, he recognized her at a glance.

Dressed in a light-colored pink shirt, with a faint face without any ups and downs, the memories of the previous life at this moment are as vivid as yesterday.

Wanyan Yunmo instantly remembered that life, he himself was not controlled by reincarnation, and the Hell Reincarnation Dao was just a passing scene, he just temporarily sealed his memory.

How could he forget that he kept reincarnating, just to find her.

He ran to her like crazy, but was met by her surprised and panicked eyes, she was mortal, so she didn't remember the events of her past life, let alone him, but it didn't matter, he just remembered her.

"My name is Yunmo, please ask the girl's name"

Her face was incredulous, and her mouth unconsciously only made a few mosquito-like sounds

'Duan Ripples'

......

Happy days are always short-lived, but Wanyan Yunmo never thought that it would be so short, so short that in this life, he left first, and it was too late to say goodbye.

It's too late to promise that he will come to her again in the next life!

Even he didn't understand that he would be involved in the palace struggle without warning, that highest position, so demanding in his previous life, but what he got was that she refused to forgive her hatred until she died, and in this life, he swore that he would never be contaminated again.

Several secret decrees from his father called him back, forcing him to join forces against his uncle.

Wanyan Yunmo didn't understand, who brought him the last cup of poisonous wine?

But it didn't matter, before the poison, he only tried his best to turn over and run all the way south, but fortunately no one stopped him.

But the journey was not so long, and when he was halfway through the race, he fell off his horse and lay on his back on the grass.

Even though it is a slow poison, although it can take some days, it is extremely painful before death.

This pain is far less than heartache for him, in this life, will she hate herself?

In the next life, where will he and her meet?

Tears trickled down the corners of his eyes until he died.

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