In the first year of Sisheng's reign, in October in Chang'an, the autumn wind was bleak, the moon was dark and the stars were bright.
During the day, the onlookers on Dutingyiqian Street had already dispersed. There were a few bangs in the darkness of the alley, and occasionally the nursery rhyme "One fire, two fires, the child in scarlet clothes sits in the hall", and the barking of dogs.
No one noticed that the blood flowing on the street along with the accumulated rain began to vibrate slightly. Under the starlight, an almost transparent human figure slowly formed. The facial features of a man appeared, and he was a man of considerable age.
A stream of light floated in the darkness. A white butterfly stopped at the center of his eyebrows, quivering slightly. His eyes suddenly opened.
I found that I kept writing stories about every little princess, so I just called it. ^-^
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