Ember Snow

The clear light reflects the snow, and the jade is of natural quality. The pearl of the country is gentle and dignified, and does not recognize sorrow among the brocades. He only thinks that the years will be peaceful and peaceful, and he will live in peace for the rest of his life. The cold blade quenches the blood, and the lonely moon walks alone. The prince of the Hou Mansion is as cold as iron. He returns from Shura Field and does not believe in love. He only sees that people's hearts are unpredictable and the road ahead is frosty. Ever since the snow in the north fell on his shoulders that night, Jiang Jin knew that there was no more warmth in this world. On the day when he was granted the title of Crown Prince at the age of fifteen, the sunlight inside the palace wall was dazzling. He knelt on the cold gold bricks and heard the high-pitched voice of the chamberlain reciting those beautiful words, but what he was thinking about was the peach blossom rain at Daxiangguo Temple that year and the little girl who was crying for her brother. The candy she handed over was so sweet that it made people panic. Everyone knows that he is an evil star who climbed out of the Shura field. He lost his mother at the age of fourteen and was knighted at the age of fifteen. His eyes are as cold as the ice in the north that never melts all year round. At the palace banquet, the princes and nobles exchanged cups and cups, but he was sitting alone in a remote corner. No one dared to approach him within three feet of him. On the night of Yuan Dynasty, under the mask of green face and fangs, he saw those eyes again It was so clean that he wanted to crush it with his own hands, but also wanted to protect it with all his life. Shen Changning always remembered that the boy who comforted her under the peach tree when she was five years old had very bright eyes, but when they met again, those eyes were only filled with frozen wasteland. She quietly prayed for him in front of the Buddha, hoping that he would never be alone in the future. Little did he know that across a prayer flag, the man was standing in the shadows, hearing her words "I wish him well" very clearly. As the candlelight flickered, Jiang Jin lowered his eyes and looked at the old sachet that he had rubbed in his palm, and suddenly laughed softly. It turns out that in this dirty world, there are still people who wish him to have warm spring for the rest of his life. She didn't know he heard it outside the window. I didn't know that that prayer would become the preface that would haunt me for half my life. In fact, fate had tied the first knot for two unrelated threads as early as that spring day. Intent: ancient proverbs, machinations, redemption