(I wouldn't have given this epilogue such a strange title, but... when I set it to free, it said there was an error, apparently because there were too many words... I'm going crazy, so I can only post it in two parts.)

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Haitang Duoduo (Begonia in Bloom), I have a friend whose ID is Qingxiang Duoduo (Fragrant Bloom), and a reader in the book review section whose ID is Haitang Yijiu Zai (Begonia Still There). One night, I happened to glance at it, and decided on this name. As for Songzhi Xian Ling… the Xian Ling (Immortal Decree) at the end is actually meant to be "sparkling."

This name is unconventional; I have to say that. It's not me praising myself; I can't offend my friends, can I? However, when writing the character Haitang, I thought it would be best to make her somewhat vulgar. Because an ethereal, otherworldly fairy character is just so annoying! And I didn't want everyone, including myself, to hate this character, so she had to be vulgar.

How to make her vulgar? Floral cloth clothes, flower baskets, bright reds and greens... Haha, dressed like a village girl, but not really a village girl. Fortunately, Haitang's walking style is very cute, dragging her feet along… I love it to death.

Why do I like village girls? This involves another issue. I used to love watching Korean dramas, like "Autumn in My Heart," etc. In recent years, I've been busy writing stories for everyone, so I've watched less. But one day, I watched a Korean drama I really liked, called "Couple or Trouble," which is a remake of an old Hollywood story. The female lead is played by Han Ye-seul. If you have time, you should check it out; it's pretty good.

In this drama, Han Ye-seul's character, a rich heiress, loses her memory and is taken in by the male lead, becoming the village girl Na Sang-shil... Hmm, the sunlight shines in the village, and she lazily shuffles along the road in her slippers, occasionally shielding her eyes from the sun and muttering a few words about jajangmyeon. Why do I like this so much?

Why is the way she acts when she's drunk on rice wine so charming? How can she get along so well with the village head's silly daughter, Biehua?

So Haitang had to be a village girl.

Oh, heavens, I suddenly thought of Da Bao, cute Da Bao. How could I forget you? But forget you I will, since you only remember Xiao Xian Xian's buns and the girls in Danzhou now. You wouldn't remember outsiders like us anyway.

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Zhan Doudou and Si Lili. This only proves that I'm terrible at naming characters, and also my high respect for *bai he* (yuri/lesbian) relationships. Regarding the beautiful and charming Si Lili, I originally hoped she would shine brightly. However, during the night on the flower boat, as I was writing, I suddenly changed my mind and didn't let Fan Xian's first night coincide with her on that boat…

It wasn't to pretend anything, but as I was writing, I suddenly realized that there were no condoms in that era. Even if Ye Qingmei wanted to invent them, she couldn't find the raw materials… In this situation, a transmigrator with a clear head probably wouldn't casually offer their body in a brothel.

I want to take this opportunity to promote, especially to girls, that safety is the top priority.

Zhan Doudou is a very interesting and capable person. The ability can be written about, but the interesting part can't be said, not even if you beat me to death, because there are very few people in the world who know it.

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Regarding Sisi, only one sentence: She believes she is happy, then she is happy, because happiness is subjective. However, I didn't have the opportunity to write about what she considers happiness. It's my problem, not her problem.

Then I want to talk about Dong'er, which is exactly what I mentioned earlier, a woman who doesn't belong to Fan Xian, but is categorized as one of Fan Xian's women. Try to imagine yourself in Fan Xian's body: a young soul in a child's body, watching the closest maidservant grow older day by day, while he is still small, watching her leave, but being unable to stop her. What kind of… uh-huh.

"You were born before I was, only this kind of lyrics is actually happening, which is very disorienting. Fan Xian has a very special feeling for Dong'er. If it were me, I would feel the same—I sit in front of the bed, watching the fingertips already like smoke."

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I won't talk about Sun Pin'er, because I start scratching my head as soon as I mention her. I originally wanted the Sun family's daughter to go gambling with Fan Xian in Kyoto afterwards. A lot of planned content couldn't be written, because that would really drag out the story.

And as soon as I mention Sun Pin'er, I can't help but sigh, because there was another girl in the capital of Northern Qi that I wanted to write about, but it seems I won't be able to. Maybe I'll bring it back when I write about the future of Northern Qi.

That girl hasn't appeared before, and everyone definitely won't remember her, because she hasn't been mentioned directly at all. It was the part where Fan Xian was trying to contact the Southern Qing's spy system in the capital of Northern Qi and was being followed by the Northern Qi's Embroidered Uniform Guard.

I wrote: "Fan Xian entered a certain official's mansion, left the courtyard wall, already disguised, got rid of the surveillance, went to the oil shop to buy palm oil, left the oil shop, came to the bridge, rubbed his hands together, and turned the water powder rouge into a ball and threw it into the river…"

That girl was in that mansion. Otherwise, where did Fan Xian steal the rouge powder from? What happened in that mansion? Was that girl startled? Did she later find out the identity of that handsome young man? And who did she tell her confidante about?

This could have been written, a very interesting point. However, I didn't have the opportunity to go to the capital again later, so I naturally couldn't write it. Everyone might think I'm too boring to remember this so clearly, since it's a character who didn't even appear… It's just because I had a guess about this young lady, so I thought about it, so I wanted to write it… Hehe.

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Now for the main event.

Princess Li Yunrui, well, I won't talk about the origin of the name; many people know it. The key is this person. I really can't summarize her well, so I can only say, "What is love in this world, that it makes people swear to live and die for it?" She really died… Even if the love is distorted, its destructive power is still incredibly abundant.

There's an essay written by a female reader in the public section about Dian Qian Huan's summary of the Princess. It's written better than I could, so everyone should read that one. I'll scratch my head and leave.

Next is the character that everyone has been waiting for.

Ye Qingmei hasn't appeared in this story, because she's already dead. All that's known about her appearance is that she was very beautiful, but was she really as beautiful as later generations have spread, or was that just a legend? No one knows, because the woman in the painting is a side profile…

Is Ye Qingmei really, as some people say, just a template protagonist of a female-oriented and female-dominant novel? No, of course not. Why not? It's simple: I've never written about the details and processes of that year. In that case, everyone can only see the motives and results.

Her motives are noble, and her results are rich. Even if she didn't influence beyond the scope of Kyoto, she at least influenced many people, many people who could change this world.

I am a *xiaobai* (noob writer), but Ye Qingmei is not. She doesn't exude the aura of a princess, because I didn't write it that way, so naturally she doesn't have it.

Not writing the process means that the process must be good. The motives and results are good, so she is good.

It seems that I'm showing some obsession. Yes, I must be obsessed, because I need to believe that ideals can shine. When facing reality, I can't be loyal to ideals, but when facing reality, we should all still have the right to fantasize about ideals.

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How long has it been since I saw you?
I thought you were somewhere else
Turns out you live in my heart
Accompanying my breathing

How far is the distance?
I thought I couldn't smell your scent
Who knew your silhouette was so long
I turn around and see you

These are the lyrics of "Heartbeat," and they can also be used for Fan Xian in the rainy night, Wu Zhu smiling in the house, Chen Pingping sitting in a wheelchair, Fan Xian painting a small portrait in the study, Qing Emperor staring blankly at the portrait in the small building, and many, many other people who can use these words for Ye Qingmei.

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We have all benefited greatly,
The whole world thanks him for his teachings;
That which belongs exclusively to him,
Has spread to a vast multitude.

He is like a comet about to perish, radiating brilliance,
Combining infinite light with his own light forever.

It is said that these are Goethe's verses mourning Schiller. Anyway, I know this is from a poem dedicated to Einstein. Here, I use it on behalf of the people of Qing to dedicate to Ye Qingmei. Perhaps it's too cheesy, perhaps it's too over the top, but, anyway, it's the story I wrote, so nothing is excessive.

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Who does Ye Qingmei love? This is something many readers care about. Wu Zhu is not Williams, and Ye Qingmei is not that granddaughter. What kind of relationship is this?

It's probably about supporting each other in times of difficulty, giving life and complete trust to each other, without needing words, just understanding each other, and needing each other.

Because Ye Qingmei is unique in this world, and Wu Zhu is also unique. Perhaps only when they are together can they not feel lonely, or convince themselves that they are not lonely.

Does Ye Qingmei love Qing Emperor? Why not? Such a handsome, thoughtful, world-minded, talented but restrained young Prince Cheng's heir, who seems wooden but has small affections, and is willing to climb the wall for her every day. Why couldn't she fall in love with him?

If she didn't love him, why would there be Fan Xian? Is the letter written a cold declaration of borrowing a seed, or is it that Ye Qingmei, who understands the least about emotions, is deliberately pretending to be crude and bold in order to cover up her shyness?

A girl is ultimately a girl. Even if she wears two small mustaches to impersonate a bandit, she still doesn't look the part.

Wu Zhu must have been jealous, otherwise why would he be so disgusted with Qing Emperor? Well, this is just my own guess, haha.

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Finally, let's talk about Qing Emperor.

Why talk about Qing Emperor after all the men and women have been discussed? Because, as Qing Yu Nian mentioned several times, there are only three kinds of people in the world: men, women, and emperors.

Emperors are not in the category of men and women. Emperors are not even in the category of humans. Emperors are not human. All emperors are not human. They are just a symbol of power, a chair, a knife, a seal.

Qing Emperor has no name. I am a very lazy person who is not good at naming characters. There are some important characters in the book that I have not named until the end. However, Qing Emperor has no name deliberately, because he does not need to have a name. He is called His Majesty the Emperor.

I said earlier that Ye Qingmei loves Qing Emperor. Many people may be angry. How can such a heartless and ungrateful guy be worth loving? Would Ye Qingmei be so stupid? But don't forget that Qing Emperor at that time had not yet sat on that chair, and could take the opportunity to pretend to be a good person. I would like to remind the female readers that men will all turn bad if you don't treat the warden well...

I have no personal love or hatred for Qing Emperor. I even admire him sometimes. He is also an idealist... However, I have endless disgust for that chair.

Sun Xiao described the magic of that chair, and a friend in the book review section also mentioned it. Once you enter the palace and sit on the dragon throne, anyone is stripped of their human nature. A foolish emperor might be better, but what about someone like Qing Emperor?

Speechless. A cold and calculating emperor, the grandmaster who has endured the longest in the world, is not enough to describe this person. I can only say that he is not human.

A person without meridians or pulses, a person without emotions or loyalty, is another friend's words in the book review section that I have always remembered. A person without quirks is not worth making friends with. Similar small meanings.

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A reader once asked me if I was a gloomy person, so the Qing Yu Nian I wrote would be so eerie. I said no. If this story was not written by a cheerful young man like me, I'm afraid it would be a thousand times more bloody, cruel, and filthy, because imperial power... is originally such a disgusting thing.

Qing Emperor sat on that chair, and enjoyed sitting on it very much, so there is nothing to say. I have never admired enlightened rulers or anything like that. Li Shimin is the same.

Perhaps those are respectable history and characters, but we are modern people after all, aren't we? We can't go backwards. So that's all I have to say about Qing Emperor.

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Regarding the writing process of *Qing Yu Nian* and my views on some of the characters in the book, I have said enough above. Just looking at the book reviews in the book review section that I quoted, you can see how much I care about everyone's views on this story, and I have always remembered every point that touched me.

Yes, I am flattering everyone.

Without your help... uh, I would have been able to finish this story anyway, haha, but to be serious, it would definitely be worse than it is now. I am very grateful to the friends who posted in the book review section or in the group, or who chatted with me privately, provided me with ideas, and helped me fill in the gaps. I will not name you here, is that okay?

Not finished yet. This epilogue is far from over. Don't rush to close the page.

I value the book review section very much. However, since July last year, I have not been to the book review section or any forums. For me, this is an unusually uncomfortable torment, because I have long been accustomed to checking the book review section after writing every day, and browsing the Longkong forum. However, since July last year, I have not gone there anymore.

The reason is simple: I am afraid of being unhappy. Uh, I don't like to see negative evaluations, although sometimes the criticisms are very reasonable. However, I still don't like to see them... There's no way. After seeing them, I feel depressed and my condition declines.

I know very well where my problems are in writing books, and where my shortcomings are. However, it is really difficult to draw motivation from criticism. After all, I have participated in too few organizational activities, and I have a bad personality. It is difficult to resolve the discomfort in my heart, so I simply don't look at it.

I know that everyone in the book review section has already been very kind to me. However, I really have problems. Even if there is one negative comment out of a hundred, I will only stare at that one. I grit my teeth in front of the computer, wishing I could jump into the computer and have a real PK, but I don't have the brick-throwing skills...

Maybe I was spoiled by the old readers when I was writing *Zhu Que Ji* (Records of the Vermillion Bird). At that time, I updated randomly and wrote as I pleased. It was rare to see a negative comment in a month, haha, because there were fewer friends reading the book at that time.

The moment I finished writing *Qing Yu Nian*, I returned to the book review section and returned to the forums. It felt very good, like taking a puff of Old Emerald after quitting cigarettes for fourteen days.

Thank you everyone for your continued tolerance and support, especially for the subscriptions and monthly tickets, because I am a vulgar person and I like money the most.

The book review section has always been managed by the leader. If there is anything offensive, please find her. It has nothing to do with me... Echo... Ah...

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In the past two years, I have had many feelings, but I can't say what they are clearly for the moment. I only know that the girl who was pregnant has already given birth, and the teacher who was pregnant has also given birth. It seems that since the time of *Zhu Que Ji*, many female readers have been pregnant, which seems to have become some kind of beautiful habit.

However, I only found out a few days ago that two readers of *Qing Yu Nian* got together because of reading the book and started dating... I really don't know what to say. I feel very powerful. *Qing Yu Nian* has progressed from a nanny to a matchmaker. Congratulations and blessings to them, although it is still a remote relationship, but what does that matter? Think of the pitiful me...

What are the regrets about the story of the past two years? No, there really aren't any. I have done my best, engaged in the career I love, and earned money to support my family. I am very satisfied. However, I am just a little tired. When I wrote *Zhu Que Ji* at the beginning, it was a process of continuous learning, so after finishing writing, I also learned a lot of things, and I felt very fulfilled and full. But *Qing Yu Nian* has been constantly emptying my head, and it is about to empty me out.

Very literary, and it's starting to be literary again.

*Qing Yu Nian* is well written. This is not narcissism, but self-recognition after writing. I update an average of more than 5,000 words a day, and it's almost like this.

What do I like most about this story? Many, many things. I mentioned many scenes earlier, and I won't repeat them here. Anyway, in my opinion, all of this is very, very good, haha, and I like it all.

I ride a white horse across three passes.

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My desktop is a picture of *Qing Yu Nian*. After Fan Xian broke into the execution ground, a friend painted Fan Xian dressed as a black knight. It is very magnificent. I don't understand painting, but I like it very much. I occasionally saw it online. I am very grateful to this unknown friend, because he also painted many pictures, and I have collected them all. It's just that I don't dare to blindly recognize your signature on the paintings, because I'm afraid of losing face if I recognize it wrong.

There are many cast lists of *Qing Yu Nian* in my favorites, from the "evil smile classmate" to the many classmates in the book review section. This cast list has been listed countless times, and the latest one is a real-life photo cast list found by a female reader, which surprised countless people, and naturally also surprised me. I am very grateful to this female reader for her hard work, and even more grateful to God for loving me and letting so many female readers read my story.

I really like the Sang Wen selected in that cast list. She is really gentle and graceful. There was also a Sang Wen in my heart at the beginning, a violin girl from *Super Star Avenue*, mainly because her mouth is relatively big, and housewives are also lethal.

The selection of Haitang is also very good, at least that photo is very good, but... as I said before, I chose her according to Na Sang-shil. Once this vixen Han Ye-seul becomes rustic, it is really shocking.

The selection of Fan Sizhe is especially good! He is actually exactly like me! Secretly spitting blood, the ugly photos are flying everywhere...

Thank you to everyone, really, thank you to all the friends who like to read *Qing Yu Nian*, because your love is a reward in itself for me.

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The epilogue is so long. I don't know if there will be one in the future, but there probably won't be many in the past. But I still want to write. When I wrote *Zhu Que Ji*, I also wrote such a long epilogue, which seemed very serious. I didn't care that most of the readers might have drifted away.

It's like summarizing major events in life. Yes, because I always treat writing books as a major event. I want to do it for the rest of my life. It is rare for me to find such an occupation that I like, so of course I will continue to do it. The end of each book is extremely important to me, because it represents the past efforts and the time spent on it.

The things I value very much are as small as sesame seeds to the world. Especially what I often sigh about is that online novels, no matter how brilliant they are at the time, will eventually be forgotten. I started writing novels online in 2003. There were people in front of me, and people next to me. There were many excellent novels, but very few people can remember them now. This feeling is really not very good.

Yes, we people are writing *yy* novels, fantasy novels, fast food novels, online novels... Actually, they are all bullshit. What we write are called popular novels, or commercial novels. This is the view I have always insisted on.

We may not be profound, and it is impossible to be profound. However, no matter how poorly we write, if we can let readers pass the time and relieve stress, that is merit. This is the meaning of popular novels. Alexandre Dumas and Jin Yong only write better than us. In our bones, we are all in the same world, aren't we?

If you flip through *A Brief History of Chinese Fiction*, you will find that there were actually many peers in ancient times, and they often couldn't earn money at that time.

In Shanghai last July, a chairman of the Writers Association and Three Young Masters were there discussing the issue of online literature and traditional literature. I was listening below, and I was thinking about this issue. Popular novels have a long history and will continue forever, as long as the world exists. Then if I write this, at least I can write until I die, and I don't have to worry about not having food to eat, right?

Oh, it's not anger. I'm just thinking about this issue, and I'm a little afraid that what I write will really be forgotten by everyone in the future. I don't like this feeling.

So I wrote such a long epilogue to make my own memory deeper. At the same time, please remember *Qing Yu Nian*, *Zhu Que Ji*, and *Ying Xiu*, because as I said before, these are all very, very good. If you can still forget... Don't be afraid, anyway, I will continue to write books, and I will always write epilogues to remind you, haha.

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I read many good-looking novels on Qidian. I am very grateful to these authors for being able to write plots that make me happy, joyful, refreshing, or touched, and accompany me through these two years.

Special thanks to: *Reborn in the Late Kangxi Period*, *Guan Xian*, *The Ordinary Days of Time-Traveling to the Qing Dynasty*, *Time and Space Smuggling Starts from 2000*, *Deadly Force*, *Guardian God of the Beauty Tribe*, *The Great Inner Expert*, *Rebirth of Official Career Business*, *Rebirth of Officialdom*, *Mobile Storm*, *StarCraft: Undead Empire*, *Marrying an Older Sister as a Wife*, *Very Pure and Very Ambiguous*, *Xiang Guo Competing for Beauty*, *Seemingly Pure*, *Adventures Legend*, *The Most Chaotic in History*, *Shun Ming*, *Beautiful Jiangshan*, *Ultimate*, *Living with Wan Wan*, *Usurping the Qing Dynasty*, *The Paradise of Humanity*, *Evil Mage Rule*, *The Romance of Officialdom*, *Career Ups and Downs*, *The Long Road to Officialdom*, *Fake Big Hero*, *Rogue Master*, *Soviet Hero*, *Hidden Kill*, *Championship Godfather*, *Rewriting Life*, *Cohabitation Blog*, *Superb Housekeeper*, *Returning to the Ming Dynasty to Be a Prince*, *Lost in the Late Kangxi Period*, *Boiling the Qing Dynasty*, *Road to Glory*, *Collapsing Clouds Chaos*, *Championship Godfather*, *Parasite*...

Damn it, I can't write anymore. I'm writing this purely from memory, so there must be mistakes and omissions. At least half of the names I can't think of for a while, and I'll offend people to death. But anyway, this is not an advertisement, and this advertisement can't have any effect, right? I just really want to say thank you. It's good to have books to read. The rankings are in no particular order, haha.

At the same time, I would like to thank the girls who posted photos on the Tianya Real Me section, especially Nana.

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No matter how long the epilogue is, and no matter how long I can ramble, there will always be an end. Perhaps it is precisely because I don't want to finish writing, and this resentment is so strong, that the computer has problems. So when I went to cut my hair before writing the last two chapters to express my solemnity, the little girl who cut my hair downstairs cut her finger. I am really sorry. According to my brother-in-law yesterday, her barber shop is still closed...

Regarding the subject of the new book and the time of publication, I am really a little ashamed. The subject has not been determined yet. I used to want to write about rebirth and learn from classmate Zhou Xingwen, Tan Lang, and Comrade Gengsu. However, due to well-known reasons, I am still considering it.

As for the time of publication, it will be even longer, at least after April. My dear Old T educated me. However, I may still need to rest for a while. Popularity is a very vain thing. Logically speaking, it would definitely be best for me to publish a new book continuously. But if I don't write well, you won't read it, right?

I am not capable enough, and it is difficult to keep one book after another. I need to rest for a while and prepare the new book well. No matter what the subject is, I must prepare the information that I should buy, borrow, or steal. I must form a story in my mind before I can start writing, just like *Qing Yu Nian*. I have to think about what kind of guys the characters in the story are...

Jokingly, the day I started writing *Qing Yu Nian*, I just thought of the name of the male lead, Fan Shen. That was leftovers, Fan Xian. That was everyone knowing he was suspicious. I am a person without creativity, who can only eat leftovers and is a bit suspicious.

Another piece of gossip is that the reason why Shuning is very conspicuous in the last chapter is that Shuning has really gradually become a background board in Ping Qing, as the Great said. I like Shuning and I am not reconciled... Huh, did the Great say it or Tom say it? I forgot... Ping Qing is a bad ending! I am venting the resentment of being scolded by Banana for the bad ending here!

Okay, finally, I like Fan Xian as a person, because he is us.

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The friends who can see this epilogue are definitely iron buddies. "Iron buddies" is Northeast dialect, right? I have been learning Northeast dialect, because I may be going to the Northeast, smiling.

The meaning of the title *Qing Yu Nian* is very multi-layered. I told my friends at the very beginning that it represents the fortunate extra life, spending the remaining years in the Qing Kingdom, and the Qing Emperor's kingdom entering its final period. There is another meaning. In May 2007, I said I wouldn't tell you.

Actually, it's very simple. The leader is in Daqing. I want to go to Daqing and spend the remaining years together.

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Haizi's poem, the ending words, are dedicated to myself, the leader, and my dear brothers and sisters:

Starting tomorrow, I will be a happy person
Feeding horses, chopping firewood, traveling around the world
Starting tomorrow, I will care about grain and vegetables
I have a house, facing the sea, with spring blossoms

Starting tomorrow, I will correspond with every relative
Tell them my happiness
The happiness that the lightning told me
I will tell everyone
Give every river and every mountain a warm name
Stranger, I also wish you well
I wish you a bright future
I hope you will eventually become a couple
I hope you will be happy in this world
I only wish to face the sea, with spring warmth and blossoms

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The following is purely fictitious, absolutely false. Dun Zhun has also described it, and I will describe it again, just to satisfy and sort out my own emotions.

"Yezi, your eyes can be cured."

"Hmm?"

"The patient in that bed is dead."

"That's so pitiful."

"Yeah, I heard that when he died in the end, all he could do was cry. Fortunately, he didn't ruin his eyes."

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One year, in the Snow Mountain Temple, a little girl wearing a delicate little leather jacket was looking at the young man beside her with black cloth covering his eyes, and said痴痴: "Zhu Zhu, how can you be so cool?"

That year, Xiao En and Ku He, who crawled out of the pile of dead people, crawled to the front of the black-green temple while weeping, and then a little girl ran out from inside.

Still in the same year, the young man with black cloth covering his eyes was looking at the tent透with lights from afar. The little girl was looking at the风雪snow at the entrance of the tent, and the two met their eyes and would not separate. The little girl asked the young man to leave with her, but the young man refused. So the little girl followed him back to the temple without saying a word.

After another year, the little girl finally took the blind young man away from the cold temple, and the young man was carrying a heavy box in his hand.

That year, the little girl and the young man traveled around the country of Wei, and the young man killed many people. They came to Dongyi City, and then under the big green tree, they saw an idiot who was engrossed in killing ants.

One year, the little girl and the young man who were gradually growing up were traveling along the蜿蜒海岸线coastline in a sea boat, and landed at Danzhou Port. A young man on the pier looked at the little girl who came from the sea, and was痴痴竟竟 at a loss for a while, and almost fell into the sea - he had never been so狼狈狼狈 in his life, and had never been so happy.

Another year, the girl and the young man accepted the invitation of the young man and his companions, and came to Qing Country, which was located in the South. They brought a box and entered Kyoto.

When entering the city gate of Kyoto, because they refused to accept the requirement to check the box, they had a conflict with Ye Chong, the youngest京都守备师统领Kyoto Defense Division Commander in Qing Country's history. The young man pressed叶重的Ye Zhong's hands on the湿湿city gate, and the girl beat叶重Ye Chong into a pig's head.

Still in the same year, Ye Chong's叶重's uncle 叶流云Ye Liuyun competed with the young man, and since then he no longer used a sword.

That year, the girl entered Prince Cheng's诚王府 residence, looked at the eunuch with a苦愁苦愁 face, and said苦恼: "How can the name 五常Wu Chang sound better than 萍萍Ping Ping? I'm just 发愁 发愁, are we sisters or what?"

One year, Si Nanbo不再去花舫不再去花舫 went to flower boats no longer, became亲亲, the second son of Prince Cheng's 诚王府府侯泥猴儿侯泥猴儿, ran to the太平别院Taiping Biyuan outside Kyoto every day, and the郡主郡主 of Prince Cheng's 诚王府睁眼睁眼, innocently心想心想 how did Sister Ye look so beautiful?

One year, the three major workshops in Jiangnan were initially established, Quanzhou opened a port, and a water division was set up. The girl was sitting on a海海 seaside reef,看着海里的浪花着海里的浪花,抛着抛着 in her hand subconsciously a metal子弹 bullet, 开始思念开始思念 someone, and then笑着着 spoke a few words to a小兵.

During those years, the两位亲王两位亲王 died in天雷, the young man who became the太子太子 was still as usual, climbing the wall of太平别院Taiping Biyuan every day, even if he was打落牆頭打落牆頭 by the young man蒙着黑布 again and again, and so was it.

During those years, 陈五常陈五常, the eunuch with his本名本名, began to贴假胡须贴假胡须, perhaps because he was not used to being called姐妹姐妹.

In those years, the朝阳般蓬勃朝阳般蓬勃 South Qing started北伐, started to fail, and started to gain confidence from the failure.

In those years, 陈萍萍陈萍萍, who贴胡须贴胡须 led the black cavalry to突袭三千里, saved someone, caught someone, and hurt himself, and sat in awheelchair半步不曾离.

One year, the girl gave birth to a男孩儿男孩儿, 虚弱,满足地靠在塌上着在塌上,看着紧闭着双眼着在塌上看着紧闭着双眼的新生儿新生儿 newborn with those温柔的眼睛温柔的眼睛 gentle eyes, and the father of the child was in the far West草原草原, and the young man蒙着黑布 was温柔地看着她着床边看着她 gently by the bed, and then the young man felt什么什么, 悄无声息地离开了太平别院悄无声息地离开了太平别院.

Just that year, those日子日子, someone走了走了 went, and the婴儿婴儿 child opened his双眼双眼 eyes, saw his双手hands like白莲花白莲花, and the blind young man瞎子少年瞎子少年 in front of him and the老人老人 behind him.

Another year, the渐渐长大的孩子渐渐长大的孩子 child who was growing up was喊着在澹州港的屋顶上喊着在澹州港的屋顶上大声 shoutong aloud on the屋顶屋顶 of澹州港Danzhou Port: "It's打雷了打雷了thundering! 下雨了下雨了 It's raining! 快收衣服啊快收衣服啊! Hurry up and 收衣服啊收衣服啊 collect the clothes!"