Chapter Sixty-two Pray, tell me, how much sorrow can one bear? (II)
Word Number：191
Author：一曲雨霖铃
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Release Time：2025-09-28
Late in the evening the wind rose, shaking the bells among the flowers. A man sat alone in the Pavilion amid the azure hills. In sorrow he could scarcely bear to listen— still less to the mingled sounds of spring water and falling rain. With no trace to follow, with a heart adrift and listless, to whom might one speak of such tenderness? Even dreams come blurred and indistinct; why, then, must one hasten to be awakened from them? It is said that when the Turkic Khagan Ashina Mochuo heard that Li Xian had returned to Luoyang, he at once dispatched an envoy to the capital. The envoy gained audience with the Empress and reported: “I respectfully inform the Heavenly Khagan: my lord has long received the beneficence of your realm. Now that we hear the imperial son has returned, my khagan is willing to offer his beloved daughter in marriage, that our two states may be bound in a Qin-and-Jin alliance for generations to come.” Having endured the rebellions of Liu Silie and Sun Wanrong, the Empress was greatly pleased by these words. She smiled and said, “What the envo
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