Bend the Waist: the Wind Blows and the Wind Blows

I am Wei Heng, Xiao Qiao's daughter. I was born with the blood curse of my grandfather who was killed all over his family. When I was thirteen years old, the princes and princes of the princes knelt under the crabapple flowers in Yecheng and rushed to propose to me. The mother gently stroked the string of the konghou from behind the screen: "The pomegranate has many seeds, and the blessings are endless." That was the third time I saw my father slash open a pomegranate with a sword - the first two times the sky was filled with blood. It wasn't until Qingzhou Proton approached with a scarlet pomegranate that I smelled the smell of snake. The moment the bow and arrow left the string, the hall was so quiet that I could hear my mother's broken strings. The pomegranate split open in the prince's palm, and the squirming baby snake hissed and spat out a message. When my father's sword was pressed against the prince's throat, a figure in the dark suddenly pushed me off the tall building. What he saw when he fell was his uncle's face - the orphan of the Qiao family who should have been buried in the fire. Recommended words: "Plant the peach cores into the crevices of the reef for me, and the salty wind in the coming year will have a sour and sweet taste."​​ ——Living is the fruit of swallowing death. What we bury will eventually reshape us with flesh and blood