Chapter Thirty-Nine How Much Does the Bright Moon Know? (IV)
Word Number：172
Author：一曲雨霖铃
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Release Time：2025-09-21
The world's affections thin, human kindness cruel; rain brings dusk, flowers fall all too soon. The morning breeze dries the tears; the tracks of sorrow remain. I would write my heart's grief, but whisper it to the sloping balustrade. Hard — so hard! People split apart; today is not as it was. A sick soul hangs like a child's swing. The war horn chills the night; it grows late and bleak. Afraid of being asked, I swallow my tears and feign a smile. Hide it — hide it — hide it! When Li Xiaoyi heard that Guo Yi Cheng Sanlang had been executed, he knew the plan had failed and fear took hold. He feared that Wei Yuanzhong would return to the capital and report everything to the Empress, so he secretly reassembled his forces for a renewed assault. One day a scout broke through the enemy camp and rushed into Li Jingye's tent, breathless: “My lord, the enemy is attacking — Li Xiaoyi himself leads a great host, he's arrived north of Xiaxi; please decid
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