"Ashes Turn to Frost"

Introduction to the work "Ashes Turn to Frost" "I promised to take you to see spring, but I forgot that you and I live in eternal winter." During the Yonghe period, there were two well-known stories in the capital: one was Lin Qingci, the son of the first assistant Lin Huaizhi, who was as gentle as jade and the most talented in the capital, and was a model son of an aristocratic family; the other was Xiao Heng, the young master of the Xiao family, an imperial merchant, who was free and unrestrained, but had a sharp eye like a torch, able to discern the true and false in people's hearts. No one knows that under the flawless "Lin Jiayu Lang" attire, the old wounds on his wrists are like scales, and he is accompanied by medicine every night. Ten years of rigorous training carved him into a sacrifice dedicated to his lust for power. Even his illness was an unspeakable shame. No one knew that the cheap maltose handed over by Xiao Heng, the first time Merlin met at the palace banquet, became the first sweet treat Lin Qingci took in his gloomy life. From then on, the appointment at Tingyu Pavilion on the fifteenth day of every month became his stolen respite. Xiao Heng took him to taste market snacks, talked about the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, and made him a promise to "see spring together after the snow melts." The candy wrappers are piled up in the dark grid, and the wooden rabbit is warming in the palms. The secret sweetness temporarily overwhelms the bitterness of the years. However, within the high walls of the deep house, the marriage contract is tightening like a chain, and the sick bones are in pieces. Lin Qingci must play an increasingly perfect puppet in front of others in order to protect this invisible inner fire. He thought he was a prisoner with superb acting skills, but he didn't know that someone had already seen through the trembling under all his disguises. "Qingci, you are no one's pawn, you are Lin Qingci." "If I am fake... What you love is also fake." "No, what I love is the heart that is about to be broken that you hide behind the mask." When the red plum blossoms bloomed again in the twelfth lunar month and snow fell all over the city, the person who promised to show him the spring only waited for the final words: "Xiao Heng, I'm too tired. I've finished taking the medicine, but my illness is not cured. I'm going to sleep first." Can the sweetness outweigh the bitterness? Can stolen light illuminate the eternal night? This is a redemption that begins with a piece of candy, and is also a martyrdom that ends with an unsolvable fate. In the whirlpool of ethics and power, love is the only antidote and the deepest disease. ——It turns out that some encounters are not to stay together, but to leave the most painful mark on each other's lives. Intention: In the confrontation between individual will and the iron cage of ethics, love is the final salvation of the soul and the ultimate sacrifice. "