Madame is as charming as a flower

Chapter 1501 Her first life was a demon concubine...

Incense wafted out from the auspicious copper stove, and the monk who was meditating quietly opened his eyes slowly, and what caught his eyes was the green shirt, which was unbelievably gentle and elegant.

His expression did not change, and he said very lightly: "You are here."

He seemed to know that Xue Gu would definitely come back, so he waited here for a long time.

Xue Gu squinted his eyes halfway, propped his head with one hand, lifted the jug and poured wine into the green bottle, he suddenly felt a sense of desolation, the scene in front of him, quite a feeling of someone drinking tea.

It's really ridiculous.

Because of thinking about those things, Xue Gu was caught off guard and coughed repeatedly, with a strange blush on his face. He asked him hoarsely, "Have you been by her side all these years?"

"I've never left." Wuwang's voice was deep and low. He had been with her for as many years as Buddha had been reincarnated, even on the day of parting.

He is there.

The shadow of the lamp was swaying, and Xue Gu's outline became softer and softer. The man's eyes sparkled, and he asked Wu Wang cautiously and expectantly: "Tell me, who has she been all these years?"

"Her first life was Yaofei Sister Xi..."

Wuwang opened his mouth slowly, and slowly talked about the 98 lives that Foling had experienced, from Meixi, to Daji, to Baosi... Those lives of Foling seemed to be peerless enchantresses.

Xue Gu's tears never stopped.

He doesn't remember how many times Fo Ling has been a stunning enchantress, a demon concubine who has caused disasters to the country, he only remembers that she was once also the Princess Pingyang of the Tang Dynasty with a white horse and red tasseled spear, a golden armor and a silver robe.

Princess Pingyang's white robe and red tasseled gun lead a mighty [-] soldiers and horses, what a spirit.

Chang'an city in winter blows the west wind, her long robe flutters on the red-maned horse, she holds the bridle tightly in her hand, her eyebrows and eyes are three parts gentle and seven parts lingering, unlike a woman from an aristocratic family who wears new clothes and draws crescent eyebrows , she doesn't wear red lips or rouge.

She is Li Pingyang, her white robe is stained with the blood of the enemy, her brows are dotted with sweat from the fight, and her horse's hooves are full of bones.

The fortified city of Chang'an is no match for the thousands of iron hooves under her command.

In the shadow of swords and swords, take Chang'an in the palm of your hand.

She used to be Yu Ji, who killed herself with a knife, she was Xi Shi, she sank in the heart of the lake... she suffered countless infamy.

Only Li Pingyang, a simple sentence, is enough to make people cry, she will not return home, she will continue to be the Li San girl on horseback, guarding the land and opening the border, letting the wind and sand outside the Great Wall blow.

In that life, Buddha Ling died in the sixth year of Wude, but he was only [-] years old, just in his prime, and spent many years of his military career in loneliness.

The land of Chang'an has gone around for several dynasties, flowers have bloomed several times, and personnel have changed several times.

Not for floating names, not for feudal lords.

She rose from the troubled times and fought the world side by side with her father and brother, but unfortunately, no one could walk with her, and she never saw He Qinghaiyan and the prosperous Tang Dynasty.

The sun and the moon flow, and the years are like songs.

those worlds.

She is Cai Wenji, a late beauty;

She is Mrs. Li, peerless and independent;
She is Concubine Yang Gui, who looks back and smiles at Bai Meisheng, and the six palaces are colorless;

She is Xue Tao, with a beautiful life;
She is Yu Xuanji, easy to find a priceless treasure, rare to find a man with a heart;
She is Chen Yuanyuan, she is naturally beautiful and charming;
……

And Fu Yuejun's previous life was Concubine Dong E, who was favored by thousands of people, but she was a concubine.

Looking at these worlds of Buddhas and spirits, there are bewildering courtesies of witches and concubines who have harmed the country, elegant leisure days of reciting flowers and singing the moon, and hardships and trivialities of firewood, rice, oil and salt.

(End of this chapter)