Another month has passed, and there is only one day left until the end of the Heavenly Dao.
General Wang returned with a great victory and brought a woman with him.
Peirong recognized the other person; it was the woman she kept outside.
And today, the other party also has a status.
She took care of everything properly, which was the cultivation of a wife.
"From now on," General Wang looked at Peirong tenderly, "she will be your sister."
Xiao Wei stood beside Peirong, murderous intent burning in her eyes.
"Xiao Wei!" Peirong grabbed Xiao Wei's hand and whispered in her ear, "Don't be impulsive!"
Xiao Wei dragged Peirong into the house and questioned her, "If you don't love each other anymore, why are you still together?"
"Marriage and love have nothing to do with each other." Peirong said softly.
"That man betrayed you first, and now he wants you to treat that fox, not that fairy, as a sister. How can you bear it?"
"I'm the wife and she's the concubine. I shouldn't be jealous. Treating each other like sisters is a tradition and a rule. It's normal for a man to have three wives and four concubines."
Xiao Wei sneered, "You humans are really weird. You keep saying you're pursuing a life-and-death relationship, but then you turn around and mess around with other women. Peirong, you still love that man, so what am I? Just your personal maid?"
"Xiao Wei," Peirong tried to grab her, but Xiao Wei had already turned into a puff of smoke and disappeared: "That's not the case."
She also didn't know what Xiao Wei meant to her.
But she knew very well that for the sake of her family's reputation and the Wang family's reputation, she could only be the wife of the prince.
Peirong had a dream.
She dreamed of the little demon, who told her the use of the exquisite heart.
Peirong then followed the little demon out of the city. Dozens of thunderbolts fell, and a weak figure was dying under the thunderbolts.
That's Xiao Wei.
"Xiao Wei!"
Peirong wanted to go over, but a bolt of lightning struck in front of her.
"Why are you here?"
Peirong was barefoot and covered in blood, but her face was still as charming as ever.
"Don't you want the exquisite heart?"
Peirong bit her lip, bleeding: "I'll give it to you!"
She pulled a knife from her waist, stabbed it into her chest, and dug out a pounding heart.
"Madam," Xiao Wei shook her head, "You are still so stupid."
"I lied to you. I'm a monster. A monster that only wants Linglong's heart."
"I'm so mean. I wanted to kill you when I first approached you."
"Go quickly, and consider it a good deed for me. Go back and be a good wife to you."
"This is just a dream."
She blew a breath, and a gust of wind pushed Peirong away.
At this time, a sad and moving bgm was also online.
Wang Xingrui's singing voice and her plaintive words blended together made many audience members shed tears.
[I can't see through your lost soul
I can't guess the color of your pupils
A gust of wind, a dream, love is like life
What has bewitched your heart?
In an instant, Peirong opened her eyes.
She immediately lifted the quilt and looked at her chest.
She's still alive, her heart is beating.
But why, she couldn't stop crying.
From that day on, Mrs. Wang's hair turned white overnight.
Zhou Yiyang, who played the guest role, was dressed as a scholar and walked to the gate of the palace.
He saw some children.
"Is this the royal palace?"
"Yes, uncle, are you here to hear the story of the White-Haired Lady?"
"Yes," the scholar smiled, "I am a storyteller."
"General Wang returned victorious one day and brought back a woman, intending to take her as a concubine. The next day, Madam Wang's hair turned white overnight, deeply moving General Wang. From then on, General Wang stopped taking concubines and remained solely by Madam Wang's side. They were truly an enviable couple, like those in heaven. Who would have thought that a lifelong partnership could actually be real!"
"What a long-awaited love story!" the scholar sighed.
"There's one more thing you didn't mention!" another child added, "Madam Wang has a portrait of a beautiful woman at home. It's a treasured possession of hers, and not even General Wang can touch it!"
"You're talking nonsense!" the two children started arguing. "That's just a rumor! It's fake! Madam Wang only has General Wang in her heart!"
The camera finally stopped in a study, where a white-haired beauty stood in front of the window, gently stroking a portrait of a beauty with her hand.
The portrait was of Xiao Wei.
"She and Her" ends here.
Luo Chen lowered his head somewhat embarrassedly and wiped the corners of his eyes with a piece of paper.
He actually cried while watching it.
Ling Hu took a deep breath. At this moment, his ears were filled with sobbing sounds.
If "Summer Limited" is the melancholy of youth, bittersweet, then "Painted Skin" is a complete tragedy.
However, these two stories really opened his eyes.
It turns out that a movie about two women can be shot this way.
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