A night of wind and rain, an autumn frost,

When the swallow leaves, it stretches your care.

Large leaves fell gracefully as the swallows circled,

And you nestled in my arms, smiling and putting your cold hands on my waist.

In the lonely autumn wind, that smile warmed my heart.

Under the moonlight, the teacher told me about Jubi’s past,

Talking about his love affair with the swordsmith Feng Yin,

Talking about the jealousy of the Lake God Yingzhao,

Talk about the punishment of falling from heaven and destroying gods.

It turns out that my Jubi clan has a prophecy of ruining the heaven and the earth.

The astrologers in Tiandu came to us because of the horoscope,

destroy us,

Just for the long-term stability of the throne.

Those heart-wrenching cries were only because of those ridiculous words of advice...

"You have a choice!"

The teacher's closed eyelids trembled slightly,

I asked him, is it a kind of happiness to not be able to see the joys and sorrows of the human world?

He smiled and said, no, all love and desire are in the heart, not in the eyes...

That day, I knelt in front of him and swore,

You must ascend to the throne of Tiandu, and when the starlight of Fomalhaut is cast on you, use the blood of those people to honor the heroic spirits of your tribe.

It was also that day when the teacher touched my eyelids with his fingers.

He said, then you have to give up love...

So I spent the coldest night in my life, and the deep cold stayed with me throughout the entire autumn...

beginning of winter

Under the long white gauze curtain, you sit in front of the dark red shiny Jiaowei Qin,

The cold wind blew the black hair, revealing a perfect face.

It is as transparent and luxurious as an ice sculpture, just like the sound of music.

The notes flow slowly between your fingers, and everyone listening to the music is obsessed with you.

Su Li whispered in my ear, "Mu Cheng, the queen mother wants to marry her roommate to the teacher, what do you think?"

There is a gentle sunshine in my mind,

You are like a fluffy cat, nestled in my arms.

You said at that time, Brother Mu Cheng, we will never be apart in life or death...

So, I closed my eyes filled with wind,

Desolation is like wheat stalks in winter, which are jointed by day and jointed by night.

I remember that day I just said lightly: OK!

So when no one was around, something flowed down my helpless cheek into my mouth, a bitter taste...

Xiaoxue

Outside the window, patches of snow are falling, blooming into everlasting flowers.

You stare at the flying catkins in the sky for a long time, and some crystals fall between your eyebrows.

You ask, brother Mu Cheng, what is getting married?

I remained silent, and the bitterness in my heart surged.

So you lay on my shoulder and smiled bitterly,

In the afterglow of the setting sun, the scattered snowflakes,

It's like drop by drop of blood falling into my heart.

You said you wanted to go out for a walk,

I saw your dusty footsteps lightly stepping on patches of snow.

I asked if it was cold?

You nod,

So I carried you through hill after hill.

That night was the first time we kissed,

Under the flying catkins, I lightly touched the red lips I had longed for eleven years.

Then quietly welcome the dawn of wintersweet blossoms and fragrant fragrance in your tears...

Great Cold

The teacher gave me a sword, the Sun-Splitting Sword.

Through the cold sword peak, I saw blood flowing everywhere and corpses scattered everywhere.

The teacher said that the sword was unopened.

I didn’t understand, but the moment the teacher’s blood soaked the sword, I saw it emit a flaming golden light,

Just like the color of my eyes.

I wonder why he is, watching his body facing the sun, scarlet blood flowing out from his abdomen,

The surge made my eyes red.

He said, Mu Chung, the sun is sealed once every hundred years, and if it is to be opened again, the blood of the descendants must be shed.

I was shocked. He slowly opened his eyes, and there was the same golden color as mine.

Mu Cheng, I can't marry Jian Yao because she should be left to power...

The moment he fell, I heard your cry,

You kneel under the plum tree, brushing the sunlight from the branches.

The teacher's hand reaches out to you and says, Jian Yao, don't cry for me, this is my mission!

Only then did I realize that we still have such a tribe in this world!

white dew

Last year during the summer heat, you planted a bunch of tea trees in your courtyard.

Until this year's white dew, the vines indeed produced clusters of small white flowers.

You often stand under the shelf and take deep breaths.

The tea flowers are in full bloom, and traces of sky thorns are sprouting from the berry wall.

And when did you start liking this lonely and sad flower?

On the night of the expedition in late autumn, you tied tassels for the sun,

Kissed me on the lips and said peace.

But she cried in my ears and fell asleep.

I know you understood a lot when the teacher passed away.

The wind of the knife was like weeping, and the blood was splashing. I stood on the top of the high mountain and watched the dead bodies everywhere in the field with cold eyes, but what I thought about was your delicate face wet with tears.

You said: We can't escape the cycle of cause and effect and the six paths of reincarnation, so it's better to do it day and night...

But I said: The moth will make a cocoon and bind itself, and the moth will flutter its wings to fly into the fire. These are all fates.

I vowed to take revenge, and I was destined to do so at the moment when the sun was stained with blood.
Chapter completed!