Fake daughters are wealthy

In the attic with luxuriant grass, there is a beautiful woman with a red hairpin on her temples, her rouge-colored lips have already been bitten by white teeth and lost her color, those beautiful eyes full of love, hatred, hatred, and ignorance look at her once possessed with tears, The man who hypocritically asked her to die.

After she cried, she already understood what this man was thinking.

Datang needs a reason for a truce.

The people need peace and prosperity.

She needs to die.

The beauty whose clothes were wet with tears stopped crying, wiped away the tears, tidied up the dirty dress because of fleeing, and resolutely set foot on the top floor of the attic.

She hanged herself on the highest point so that the sergeant outside could see her death.

The last moment of her life is not only the love between men and women in the song of eternal regret, but also sorrow and desolation.

Who can say that the imperial concubine didn't understand why she died before she died, and who can say that she was only for the hypocritical and cold love of a man.

She chose to commit suicide to quell the turmoil.

She couldn't choose her own destiny at that time, but she was never a woman who only knew love.

Her death is worth thousands of troops.

She died calmly.

Who can say that she is not for the displaced people?

……

The mournful piano sound suddenly became high-pitched.

The dark clouds pressing down on the sky dispersed, and a beam of dazzling sunlight shone into Mawei Slope. Among thousands of people, all the voices of people and horses disappeared.

The endless silence is sending off a generation of beauties.

It is also to bid farewell to the fateful beauty under the torrent of the times, and the delicate flowers are withering.

"Zheng-"

The sound of the piano trembled.

When the girl plucked it with her fingertips, even the strings trembled.

Women are never just love, love is history, a fantasy written by men.

The women who stood in front of the torrent of history at that moment chose to jump down, even if it was just to divert from the torrent for a moment, the greatness of that moment should not be buried.

At this time.

Nie Mi's drumbeat sounded heavily.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

The theater was silent for a long time.

The creator behind the stage curtain opened his mouth wide.

"What should our score look like?"

"seems not."

They focus on the lingering love, and the way of expression is softer, like the jingle of mountain springs, it is definitely not the grand feeling of Qiao Nian and Nie Mi.

Two completely different styles, but it doesn't affect their recognition that the version of Nie Mi and Qiao Nian has brought the Song of Everlasting Regret from another perspective to the extreme.

After a brief silence, thunderous applause resounded from the audience.

"Wow!!"

"Nice!"

Someone applauded vigorously and shouted out excitedly.

Haitong sat on the seat with an ugly expression, and curled his lips to hold back a sentence: "What kind of taste do these people have, they still think it's good."

"Music should be elegant, what is called music that is not elegant, it is just underground music that is not on the stage."

"Fortunately, Mr. Nie is still a master of music, crackling, I thought they were on the big country stage."

Elena was beside her and ignored her.

Zhuo Zhuo kept staring at the girls on the stage.

She completely ignored Hai Tong beside her, let alone hear what Hai Tong was muttering clearly.

Her heart was beating like a drum, and her blood was boiling.

Joe read.

Joe read.

Joe read.

Elena flashed this name over and over in her mind, and for the first time wanted to take a look at her 'fiance' girlfriend.

This genius who is the same age as her and recognized by many people seems to have two brushes, at least it is worth her to take a closer look.