As people and horses on both sides passed each other, a gust of wind blew by and picked up a few petals on the ground. There happened to be a piece of pink crabapple falling on Song Yanshu's shoulder. Cui Mingzhu saw it and somehow remembered the way the snow at the border fell on the soldiers' armor.
"Miss, it's time to go." The maid beside her reminded in a low voice.
Cui Mingzhu finally came to her senses and followed her father's team with her horse under her belly. After walking for more than ten steps, she turned around unexpectedly and found that the young man was also turning around to look at her. Across the fluttering petals and the bustling crowd, their eyes met again, and then quickly drifted away.
"Whose young master is that?" Cui Mingzhu asked the maid in a low voice.
"I heard that Jinke Tanhua is the son of the Song family in the south of the Yangtze River. His name is Song Yanshu." The maid has obviously found out the news, "It's amazing that he won the Jinshi at the age of twenty!"
Cui Mingzhu said softly "Hmm" and said no more. But that gentle and jade-like face left a clear mark on her heart.
On the other side, the parade continued to move forward. The second-place finisher next to Song Yanshu smiled and joked: "Brother Song's eyes widened just now. Could it be that he has fallen in love with Miss Cui's family?"
Li Longji could no longer hold on, and his dragon-patterned soap boots hit the brick floor with a thud. The son who most resembled him in his youth was not yet sixteen when he died.
The candlelight in the hall suddenly surged, and the scene from that year emerged in the fire: Concubine Wu Hui cried in the Palace of Eternal Life, Yang Guozhong handed in a forged testimony, and he wrote "Common people Ying, Yao, Ju... Commit suicide today" Zhu wrote.
