"The pearls that fell into his arms at the age of five, the black hair that was hidden in the breastplate at the age of fifteen, and the white hair that fell into his palms at the age of fifty were all from the same handful of moonlight."
The two most noble little people in Cheng'an County met on a spring day when wisteria covered the western wall.
The pearl dropped by the daughter of the Shen family was embedded in the scabbard of Pei Yan's sword. From then on, the sugar box in the sleeve of the only son of the general's mansion could only be opened by one person.
They use the four seasons to measure the length of their love——
In spring, Tang pears are harvested to steam jade dew, in summer, lotus dew is harvested to boil ice strings, in autumn, osmanthus seeds are harvested to make new wine, and in winter, plum blossoms are stored in snow to seal old notes.
When the lanterns on Zhuque Street lit up the 39th Lantern Festival, Pei Yan held Shen Zhao's no longer tender hand and opened the locked mahogany box:
The faded sword tassel is nestled with childish graffiti, and the words "Seeing the words are like meeting each other" on the thirty-eight border letters finally turned into "Letter to Your Majesty" wrapped in white hair.
"Green plums serve as a guide, and the best wines of the four seasons are best enjoyed together."
