I looked him in the eye.

It's beautiful!

A pair of burning peach blossom eyes, laughter and anger, all affectionate.

It's a pity that now my eyes are deep, like a dark dry well.

No one knows what's hidden there.

It's full of thorns and murderous machines.

It's still dark and bright, and the fishing boat sings late.

(Fishing Boat Singing Night: Here is a psychological description of a brother.)

Did he care about the past and deliberately let the general go. ）

The fishing boat singing evening is taken from the Tang Dynasty poet Wang Bo's "Preface to the Pavilion of King Teng": "The fishing boat sings at night, ringing the shore of the poor Peng Li".

The music depicts a moving picture of a fisherman returning with a song in the glow of the sunset. ）

My affection for him is gone, and the illusion is in vain.

There is a stalemate between us, and there are undercurrents.

Suddenly, he laughed.

"Sister, I really don't understand you sometimes.

You're like the tea in my hand, and it's really warm when you say it's hot.

Speaking of cold, it is really three feet of ice. ”

"I don't understand what you're talking about?"

"Sister, are you always like this? It seems that nothing can be difficult for you, and you have always been so calm and self-controlled. ”

"What exactly do you want to say?"

"Look at this!"

He put the song on the table, picked up the tea that had been cold for a long time and took a sip.

"Sister, look."

"It's the same sip of tea, your tea here is much better than mine!"

(Tea refers to people and things about the great general.) ）

"Sister, taste it slowly!"

I looked at the music he left behind, and I saw him put down his cup and turn away.

When he passed by the door, he left a word as if he remembered something, and walked away.

"Sister, guess why?"

I stood up and looked at his back and said, "What did you do?"

It's a pity that there is nothing in front of him, and no one answers.

I don't know why I suddenly panicked.

It's like there's something important lost forever.

I looked back at the forgotten music and was silent.

I didn't dare to read it.

I have a feeling that if it is opened, everything is irretrievable.

At this moment, for some reason, I suddenly remembered my mother.

(The princess mother is introduced at the beginning of the novel.) ）

Maybe on the day of his father's decree, when he intended to kill his grandfather and grandmother, his mother may have suffered like this.

(The heroine's mother, the daughter of the official department.) ）

Waiting in anticipation, waiting for the result, waiting for the dust to settle.

Waiting for her heart to die.

There is no deadline for the return of the gentleman.

Bashan night rain rises autumn pool.

Why should he cut the candles in the west window.

But when it rains at night in Bashan.

(Four lines of poetry: You asked me the date of going home, the return date is difficult to determine, it is raining heavily in Bashan tonight, and the rain has filled the autumn pond.)

When will we be able to have a long talk with candles together and pour out our thoughts to each other in the night rain of Bashan tonight. ）

(The poem is from the Tang Dynasty poet Li Shangyin's work "Night Rain Sends North".) It is a lyrical seven-character quatrain written by the poet in the late Tang Dynasty to his wife (or friends) who was far away in Chang'an.

It is used here to describe the princess's longing and worry for the general. ）

I sat alone on my side, from the rainbow sun to the moon in the middle of the sky.

I knew he couldn't protect himself, and there was nothing I could do

Yes.

I turned on the slur.

A few words came into view.

"The general's good news is frequent, and he refuses to return to Beijing with his own dignity, intending to rebel."

Attempted rebellion?

They probably forgot who helped restore the country.

A few words were enough to sentence him to death.

How can I save him?

Can anyone tell me?