When the pear blossom wine from the thirteenth year of Yonghe was unsealed, Mu Yiyi held the blood-stained marriage certificate and smiled. The half piece of dragon-patterned pendant sealed in the altar is engraved with Xuanyuan Lin's unspoken engagement words; the green silk wrapped around the tassel of Yin Ke's sword is soaked in the moonlight of northern Xinjiang ten years ago. The fate of the three of them was already written in that gambling and drinking game. "The country your Majesty wants, you need to use the blood of a sincere person to make the seal." Xuanyuan Lin tied the crowns on Mu one by one, and the beads on his wrists twisted the two men's broken hair. The cinnabar mole on the forehead burned through the bronze mirror - the heart-eating Gu drank all the blood of the nine Mu clans before it blossomed into this flower of evil. When Yin Ke's Miao knife cut off the heaven-sacrifice chain, the silhouette of the young man holding the flower was reflected in the bronze mirror. The nursery rhyme circulated on the Lingnan post road is heartbreaking: "Cinnabar burns dragon patterns, green silk binds mountains and rivers, the most poisonous pear blossom wine, drunkenness kills crazy people." On the night of the moon-devouring beacon fire in Mobei, Mu Yi threw three river lanterns into the furnace one by one. The walnut cake buried at the age of twelve became moldy at the bottom of the altar, and the sweet smell seeped into the red seal of the marriage certificate. It turns out that love at a young age is not a romantic story, but a poisonous dagger, which was pressed against the throats of the three of them as early as the day when the branch was broken.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
