Tune: Waves Washing Sand: Drizzle Beyond the Curtain, Li Yu
Drizzle beyond the curtain, spring is fading away. My silk quilt cannot withstand the chill of the fifth watch. In dreams, I do not know I am a guest, and for a moment I indulge in joy.
Alone, do not lean on the railing. The boundless rivers and mountains: parting is easy, meeting again is hard. Flowing water and fallen blossoms mark the passing of spring, between heaven and earth.
The premise is a brief Five Zhang Plains transmigration into Jiang Wei. This is my last story of the year, written for Christmas. I just can't keep my hands from typing…
I've loved Xuan-Liang for ages but never dared write about them. And yet my first-ever fic is... ORZ. Of course, it's still terrible, but make do with it…
Finally, a confession to the Chancellor! Chancellor, I've liked you for so long!!!
Theme:
It's more sad that I never got it Or is it more tragic to lose it after you have gained it? This will only make the Prime Minister feel more uncomfortable. I could have endured the darkness, if only I had never seen the light.
Madam, whoever cuts someone with a knife will always be able to cut him with a sword (The devil whispers, full of resentment)
Damn, TuT is so cruel, I want to cry