During the Tianqi years of Dayin, the snow fell in Jinling. An old couplet hangs in the Plum Blossom Pavilion, "Zhelume plum blossoms are sent to the south of the Yangtze River, and snowflakes are returned to the north of the Great Wall." The contrast is as neat as fate.
Xie Zhemei, an orphan from the Imperial Master, has a bit of red between her eyebrows. In the Royal Garden for ten years, he used the chessboard as a prison and killed the game as soon as he made a move. The world said that he was a traitor to his ministers. He sat alone in the pavilion, knocked on the plate with a black stone, and made three clear sounds. The snow was deep that night, and he called out a name from Saibei.
Pei Wenxue, the general of Zhenbei, has a hundred thousand black armor, and was awarded the title of marquis for his military achievements. The man who climbed out of the sword bow outside Yanmen Pass returned to the capital on a snowy night, carrying a withered plum blossom and an unsecured imperial edict. Going to an old covenant - even though the north and the south are separated, we must break the winter in half and divide it equally.
Ten years ago, it was drizzling in Jinling, and the young man covered half of his body with a green bamboo umbrella. Gift plum branches and engrave seal characters, saying "You belong to me, I belong to you." Ten years later, when the snow in the imperial garden was deep, he used the new blood from the arrow tip as ink and carved horizontally on the old couplet "Together with the world, looking at the plum blossoms together."
The strategy is a chess game, and the country is a footnote. Both the broken blade and the edict became love poems. He resisted the decree, changed the imperial edict, and exchanged his military achievements for a man's white clothes; he entered the game, broke it, and used his bones and blood as a contract for the rest of his life. Han Que's sword, the late emperor's game, the Jiangnan ancestral hall, and the spring grass in the north of the Great Wall - they were all bargaining chips for them to share the winter equally.
"After I die, my bones will be ground into powder and scattered outside Yanmen Pass to see if your spring grass becomes green again."
"You don't have to wait to die. I'll show you alive."
Zhemei asks Xue, asking about an unfinished game of chess, a belated spring, and two people who broke the country in half and took a plum blossom each.
Intention: Holding the world as a betrothal - the word "bench" is exported, and the country is just a dowry.
