Jade Level Ci

Introduction "Jade Level Ci" Purple lightning gnaws at the Yao hairpin, jade cries through the night anvil. The marks on the swaddling clothes are still intact, who will judge? The bamboos and horses are green and the snow is deep. The iron cavalry is left in Wuyuan, and the bodies are piled up. The blood is flowing in front of Lu, and it is cold in Jue. In the prosperous age, a lonely man shakes the emperor's shadow, but he has no control. The change of power is always more or less bloody. In the twenty-third year of Yuan Qi, the snow fell more intensely than in previous years, as if it was impatient to bury all the filth in Luoyang City into the frozen soil. In the delivery room of the Taiwei Mansion, a cry broke the dead silence and opened the gate of fate for three generations. The brother's joy is real, and the light in the ten-year-old boy's eyes reflects the original intention of "elder brother is like father"; the father's worries are also real, the purple thunder of the twelfth lunar month splits not only the clouds, but also the thin trust between the king and his ministers. At that time, Mrs. Wang was still humming songs, thinking that milk could soothe all the uneasiness; at that time, Xiao Chengyi could not speak, so he could only look at the dark and unclear world with eyes as black as cold pools - he did not know whether he was here to end it or to be buried with him. The lanterns in Zhuque Lane were still on, and the snow falling on the tiles made a rustling sound, like countless dull knives, slowly sawing the bones of the world. This year, some people frowned in their infancy, some made promises in the corridor, and some sharpened the knife of suspicion behind the palace wall. And history always turns the pages quietly amidst cries and laughter.