Master always said that when the flowers in the capital fall in March, he will leave Northern Xinjiang and return to Kyoto.
At that time, Chen Yijin had just reached his master's shoulders, and the northern Xinjiang was full of wind and sand. He squinted in the dust brought up by his sword and asked, when can I go back?
At this time, the master would raise his hand and point farther away, laughing loudly and saying: "Wait until you can repel Beidi, wait until you can protect yourself on the chessboard with undercurrents."
From the moment he was picked up from the beggar pile and returned to the military camp, his master told him that Kyoto was his home.
One day he will return to that prosperous but corrupt place.
However, one day passed too long, so long that he began to remember things from his childhood, so long that his master was about to leave him, and that day never came.
Now, years have passed, and the half-grown child who once rolled in the yellow sand has become upright, and the flowers in the old capital have fallen countless times.
Master always mentioned the young master in the house in his letters, saying that he was sickly and delicate. There is clearly a hint of disdain between the lines, but it also makes people think of some doting.
Jiang Shuobian left Beijing when Jiang Qingyuan was three years old and stayed away for several years.
In the early years, my father always wrote about loyalty and filial piety in his monthly letters home. I don't know what year it started, but my father said that he had received the child.
The capital was constantly stormy, and the families were deeply intertwined. Jiang Qingyuan naturally knew that he was the son of the late empress.
Young Master Jiang has excellent medical skills, so there is an endless stream of people coming to visit him. The elegant and elegant man briefly raised his head from the many medical books and caught a glimpse of the peach tree full of flowers and branches beside the courtyard wall, with its pink petals falling in the long wind.
Chen Yijin x Jiang Qingyuan
The young man's high-spirited smile hides his knife attack
Intention: None