Next to the Xiangxue River, the wind returns to the cliff. On a snowy night, the purple clothes fly like a night butterfly with spread wings, jumping down from the top of the cliff.
She may have regrets or hatred, but Xiahou Yazou has no way of knowing. He came with the wind, but he could only pick up the old man who jumped off the Fenggui Cliff and immersed himself in the Xiangxue River.
purple.
——Shu Zi, if you could start over in this life, would you still love Yang Hyun?
Yang Hyun...
A drop of crystal tears streaked across Shu Zi's cheek that had been ruined beyond recognition. She was unable to open her eyes, and she could not utter a single word even if her lips moved slightly.
There is no one in the world who loves him more than her.
Because Shu Zi was born for Yang Xun and died for Yang Xun.
only--
The world of mortals cannot accommodate visitors, and the blue sky is also covered with flying snow.
After all, Shu Zi's life came and went alone...
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A young man wearing a bamboo-green gown walked into Yingxianlou, the largest restaurant in Izheng City. Izheng City has always been known as the "literary city" of Feng State, so there were many students and scholars who came and went.
The young man will not attract everyone's attention, but this man's face is like a crown jewel, his temperament is elegant, and he holds a folding fan painted with red plums in his hand. With such a jade-like appearance facing the wind, it is difficult not to attract the attention of other guests in the Yingxian Tower.
Attention, even several young girls couldn't help but blush when they saw this man, lowering their heads and smiling shyly.
The young man didn't mind the gazes of the guests around him at all. He sat down at an empty table in the lobby of Yingxian Tower near the speaker's desk. As soon as he sat down, the waiter affectionately laid a cloth on the table.
When the food and wine were served, it was obvious that this table had already been reserved by this young man. Otherwise, how could there be such a good seat vacant in the overcrowded Yingxian Building?
The storyteller, who was standing behind the desk with a pockmarked face and a hairy black mole on his right eyelid, curled his lips in dissatisfaction and coughed slightly, once again attracting the attention of the guests in the lobby.
, then slapped the storytelling board in his hand on the desk and said loudly: "Speaking of this dynasty, there was the founding general Yan Guinan who had unparalleled martial arts and opened up the territory for our country. Now there is the prime minister who gathers Yangxuan to strategize and make wise decisions.
Unparalleled, he assisted the king, enriched the country and settled the people. However, the prime minister, Gong Lian, has not married a wife for a long time in his thirties. Although there are often rumors of various affairs among the people, who can tell the true from the false? What I want to say today is:
A real thing!"
Seeing that the guests had been attracted by his words, the storyteller raised the corners of his lips with satisfaction, and the pockmarks on his face and the hairy black moles on his eyelids seemed to tremble with joy.
"The current Prime Minister, Mr. Gonglian, knelt for three days and three nights in the Xiangxue River in the west of the Ideological City on a winter day three years ago. At that time, there was a heavy snowfall that also fell for three days and three nights. Mr. Gonglian ignored it.
It was extremely cold, and he couldn't kneel under the snow all over the sky. With tears streaming down his face, the magistrate begged the Lord to get up. Even people from the palace came to urge him thirteen times, but nothing worked. Later, a fisherman passed by here.
I was ignorant and did not know Mr. Gonglian, so I came forward curiously and asked why such a young brother did not cherish his body and knelt down to the snowy river in the snow. Mr. Gonglian replied, it snows all year round where the love of my life goes.
Even in the snow, he could still feel the presence of his beloved."
As soon as the storyteller finished speaking, the young man wearing a green bamboo gown chuckled, breaking the atmosphere that the storyteller had finally created.
"You, what are you laughing at!" The storyteller was once again robbed of the limelight. He was furious and pointed at the young man with the ruler in his hand. He couldn't even say a word.
