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It tells a poignant love story. He was the most heroic man in history, and before his death he sang a sad song about a woman; she was the most charming woman in history, and before her death she danced a story about steadfast love. The story of the two had no beginning, only an ending of parting in death. After his death, he became a demon for her, and fought fiercely with the immortals of the three realms. After he was killed, his unique seven souls were hidden in various places by the immortals; she became a ghost for him, and before she passed away, she smashed Meng Po's soup bowl, and her soul flew away. Even so, he still vowed to subvert the three realms, find her in the next reincarnation, and marry her, even if it took a thousand years.

I will marry you in a thousand years.

"I can't drag him down, absolutely not!" Yu Ji murmured to herself.

"Yu, what are you thinking about?"

Yu Ji tilted her head gently, looking at Xiang Yu tenderly, looking at the angular face that she had been obsessed with for many years: "My king, I am thinking about the time when we met. Now that I think about it, I really don't know whether it was my dance that captured the king, or I, who had already captured the king's heart, hoped to attract the king's attention through a dance. My king, how long has it been since I danced for you?"

Xiang Yu stroked his beard with his huge palm, trying to act relaxed, and said: "Well... I can't remember, it seems like it's been a long time."

Yu Ji asked lightly and indifferently, "My king, are we going to break out tonight?"

"Let me dance for the king before you leave to cheer him up."

Xiang Yu said, "Okay, I'm so lucky to see Yu dance before the battle. Yu dances beautifully, cheering for our soldiers, and tonight's event will be accomplished."

"However, I need to borrow the king's sword."

"Why do you need my sword?" Xiang Yu asked in astonishment.

"What else can you do if you don't need a sword for sword dance?" Yu Ji looked at Xiang Yu like a little girl, without any sadness of life and death in her eyes.

"Okay." With a thousand worries in his heart, Xiang Yu didn't notice anything and handed over his sword without hesitation.

Xiang Yu's sword was very heavy, and the sword was shining. This sword, in Xiang Yu's hand, made people all over the world tremble; but in Yu Ji's delicate hands, it had a different tenderness. You can't tell at all that Yu Ji, who is slender and tall, like a weak willow in the wind, picked it up without any feeling of effort.

There were no stringed instruments, no dancing maids, only Xiang Yu's low singing. And this was enough for Yu Ji. In the world, apart from her, what other woman could make this man as majestic as a mountain sing for her with an almost gentle voice. Yu Ji smiled slightly. She wanted to dance a beautiful sword dance so that Xiang Yu would remember her forever.

A stunning beauty, frosty sword shadows, accompanied by the rhythm of the Chu Songs on All Sides...

The curtain of the big tent was lifted, and the soldiers of the Chu army closest to the big tent were able to see this rare dance in the world. They watched infatuatedly, as if it was heaven and earth. All the evil spirits of war and killing were washed away by Yu Ji's dancing skirts. They enjoyed everything in front of them, and with Xiang Yu's low singing, the man's fortitude spread, gradually suppressing the Chu songs coming from afar. The sadness and fear of death were nowhere to be found, and the heroic spirit of swallowing the world and crisscrossing the four fields arose spontaneously.

Yu Ji danced, and seeing this scene, she couldn't help but smile with relief. This was the only thing she could do now. Her dance could arouse the ambitions of the Chu soldiers. Even if she went, she would have nothing to worry about.

"My most trusted brothers and elders, the Overlord is in your hands."

Her figure seemed to float away, as if she had returned to the past. She no longer deliberately moved, her hands and feet moved with her heart, and with a twist of her waist, all the beauties lost their color.

She once coquettishly leaned on Xiang Yu's chest and talked about her childhood; she once sat on Wuzhui in Xiang Yu's arms, screamed in fear of the galloping Wuzhui, and begged Xiang Yu to let the horse go slower and slower; she once looked at Xiang Yu in amazement as he threw a fire at the luxurious Afang Palace, and suddenly worshipped this man like a god in her heart...

Yu Ji's thoughts moved like dancing, like her hometown in a dream. The water in her hometown is still sweet, but her heart is full of bitterness.

The Hero's Tomb of the Red-armed Lady (IV)