Qing Jing Sinks to the Bottom of the Pond. Streamer.

A song of mourning echoes across the island country of unknown age. Who is whispering and singing surrounded by ink and heavy fragrance? Shen Jing looks silently, even if there is music and singing, her heart is broken It is said that Yanxi was originally a smoky island in the east of the mainland. It was discovered by two young masters who were displaced after a certain dynasty on the mainland changed hands. However, just when he was about to escape successfully, his younger brother was unfortunately assassinated by an assassin sent by his new owner. The elder brother had no choice but to bury his remains on the spot and drift to the island alone. The child who set foot on the island many years later became the new king of the island country in the name of Xiling Jing, and changed the name of the country to Yan Xi. No one knew that his real name was actually Chen Jing. The reason why he changed his surname to Xiling was just to pay homage to the people in the Unknown Tomb on the western coast of the island country. He said that he was like the Sheyan floating in the vast sea, wandering in a remote and desolate corner, but like the Sheyan, he did not have the right to go back and look at the short, cold tomb. He said that he missed Xize, whom he had written poems for when he and the man were in exile. He said that he missed the melodious music that the man played in the palace before his exile. He said that he missed the flying corner of the palace with the morning light as the background, the water smoke flowing freely when the rain was resting, the glass of wine under the flower, the two people's interlaced handwriting on the snow-wave paper... Now, he could only see the ring that the man had worn for many years making noise on the dust accumulated by time. On the wall of his library is a poem he wrote when he was drunk: Yan Ci Xize Orchestra Yang Xique empty flowing Luo water cup Huanghuangyun Su Yuyuan River Enter the shadow ink Chen Jing and the dust. Yan Xi's light and dark night are inseparable from him and him.