Mo Mengyuan

She is the eldest princess who is frozen under the palace rules, and he is the young general who burns all the etiquette for her. When he was young, she was his only warm color, a bowl of medicine in front of his sick bed, and a song in the cold night. Meng Zhi, the youngest son of the Zhenguo Palace, has only had eyes for Qin Xiyun from the time he can remember - the person who guided him through the pain of losing his mother and planted a prairie fire in his heart. But he forgot that she was Princess Sheng'an, his "sister" who could not be overstepped in name. ## "Qin Xiyun, please see clearly - my surname is Meng and your surname is Qin. Where do we come from?" … She built a wall with coldness, and he attacked it with heat. When she entered the Hanlin study room to discuss Taoism, he took the first place in the martial arts department and insisted on being on the gold list with her name. She played the harp under the moonlight, and he danced with his sword in front of the court. In the rain of begonia flowers as the sword energy fell, he smiled and asked, "Princess, do you still think of me as your younger brother?" She took refuge in a Buddhist temple, but he camped outside the temple gate for three days. His hoarse voice penetrated the mountain gate: "I am waiting for the truth." The red thread is like a string, stretched again and again, on the verge of breaking. Until he broke into the dormitory drunkenly, covered in blood and drunkenness, and pressed her hard against the cold dressing table. The bronze mirror reflected the broken madness in his eyes, and also reflected her eyes that finally betrayed the panic after forcing herself to calm down. "You say I'm ridiculous? Yes, I've been ridiculous for too long! From the day you left the palace, I've been ridiculous to this day!" "Meng Zhi, this is a capital crime..." "Then let Your Majesty chop off my head!" He hissed and chuckled, his hot breath brushing her ears, "Before I chop off my head, you must be my wife." She raised her hand and slapped him. His palms were numb, but his heart was beating deafeningly. That night, the first crack in the defense she had built up for fifteen years opened. The real collapse occurs when the palace changes. The moment the rebel blade touched her neck, the palace door burst open. He single-handedly fought through the siege, his armor bathed in blood, and knelt down in front of her step by step. His blood-stained hands trembled as he held her face very lightly and preciously: "Don't be afraid." "I'm coming." Three words shattered all her cold self-control. When did the fall begin? Maybe it was the soft "sister" he said softly when he grabbed her clothes when he was four years old; maybe it was the time when the good news from the north came, and she repeatedly rubbed his home letter with unfamiliar handwriting under the lamp; or maybe it was the undue throbbing in her heart every time he violated a taboo. But what separates them is more than just palace rules and ancestral precepts? She is the orphan of the late empress, as frail as glass, and the most fragile chess piece in the court game; he is the only grandson of the prince who holds half of the tiger talisman, and marriage is destined to be a bargaining chip for power. However, Xirong's credentials for marrying him have been rejected, and the undercurrent of the seventh prince's selection of a concubine is surging... This city of Chang'an has never been able to tolerate pure true love. "What if I have to force it?" He took her hand and pressed it on the hot scar on his heart, "Princess, this is the only ridiculous thing in my life." When she finally melted in his arms, when the forbidden flower bloomed in the dark night, the guillotine of fate was quietly hanging over the ceiling—— It turns out that there are some red lines, and if you cross them, you will be doomed. It turns out that there is some deep affection. Even if you are hired by mountains and rivers, it is difficult to resist the fate. --- [Interweaving group portraits · Joys and sorrows in prosperous times] Together in Chang'an: The general of the poor family x and the princess: Xie Mu was on the road to distribution, watching helplessly Shen Qingshi's red-painted carriage driving out of the pass. Later, he committed suicide on the battlefield, holding in his hand the half of the hosta she had left behind. Tanhua Lang Unexpectedly, class is like a natural chasm. In the end, "I live in a temple and you are in the wild, and I dare not see young people when I am old." Miracle Doctor x Young Girl Traveling Doctor: Zhuang Suizhou accompanied Song Xingyue all over the mountains and rivers incognito, until she smiled and said, "Sui Zhou, what's on the other side of the sea?" He couldn't answer, and he couldn't chase her back. The seventh prince x the young lady, the blind prince x the prime minister's daughter, the butcher x the water village heroine, the actor x the maid of the general's house... Nine deep feelings, all of which are burned into the fireworks of the prosperous age, leaving the most painful regrets. "This city of Chang'an is full of beauty and sadness." ——But there are always people who are willing to burn a lifetime of light for a moment of candlelight. Intention: To protect and miss