Madam’s Identities Shocks the Entire City Again

In the attic of Fangcao's wife, the beauty has red hairpins hanging from her temples, her rouge-colored lipstick has already lost its color from the teeth, and her beautiful eyes filled with love, hate, anger and infatuation are filled with tears, looking at the one who once possessed her. The man who hypocritically told her to die.

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

Datang needed a reason for a truce.

The people need peace and prosperity.

She needed to die.

The beauty whose clothes were wet with tears stopped crying. She wiped away her tears, straightened her clothes that were stained by fleeing, and stepped onto the top floor of the attic resolutely.

She hung herself to death at the highest point, so that the soldiers outside, who were swarming over the mountain, could see her death.

The last moment of her life was not just about the love between a man and a woman in the Song of Everlasting Regret, but also about sadness and separation.

Who can say that the imperial concubine did not understand why she died before she died, and who can say that she was just for the hypocritical and cold love of a man.

She chose to commit suicide to quell the unrest.

"winter!"

The boy's fingertips plucked the piano and the strings trembled.

Qiao Nian.

"Wow!

"

"winter!"

The melodious piano sound suddenly became louder.

Qiao Nian.

The two are completely the same style, but they influence us to deny that Cha Ying and Qiao Nian's version brought another perspective of Song of Everlasting Regret to the extreme.

We focus on the lingering and pathos of love, and the expression is more severe, like the sound of mountain springs tinkling in the winter, which is definitely the stingy and grand feeling of Qiao Nian and Nie Mi.

Elena ran through that name over and over in her mind, and for the first time she wanted to take a look at her 'fiancé' boyfriend.

Men have always only been interested in love, and love is history and a fantasy written by women.

The small theater has sound for a long time.

"Music should be elegant. What kind of music is it called? It's just music on the floor right below your head."

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

Qiao Nian.

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

Haitong sat down and looked ugly. He curled his lips and muttered: "What kind of taste do those people have? We still think it's bad."

The endless silence is bidding farewell to a generation of beauties.

…

"The bad image is."

That genius who is the same age as you and is recognized by many people seems to have no talent. At least he is worthy of you taking a closer look. "Fortunately, Mr. Nie is still a young music teacher. With all the crackling music, you thought we had left the country stage."

"winter!"

The dark clouds in the sky dispersed, and a dazzling beam of sunlight shone into Mawei Slope. Among the tens of millions of people, all the sounds of people and horses disappeared.

You completely ignored Haitong beside you, let alone heard what Haitong was talking about.

Elena didn't pay attention to you.

It is also in the torrent of farewell to the unfortunate beauty that her delicate flowers withered.

"What should your score look like?"

Your heart beats like a drum, and your blood boils.

Nie Mi's drumbeat sounded thickly.

The sound of the piano trembles.

The creator in front of the stage curtain opened his mouth.

No one clapped vigorously and shouted out excitedly.

Her death was worth thousands of troops.

After a brief silence, thunderous applause erupted from the stage.

At that time.

He kept staring at the boys in the audience with his burning eyes.

"Zheng——"

At this moment, the men standing behind the torrent of history choose to leap forward. Even if they only divert the flow of the torrent for a moment, they should be buried in the head of this moment.

"That sounds bad!"

She died calmly.