Qing He Ye Luo Song Yi
1. I originally planned to retell some old stories from the Ming dynasty. But with one foolish ruler after another, the court in chaos, eunuchs running the government, corrupt officials, and people struggling to survive, I was so indignant that I replaced the dynasty with another one. I named it Xing, meaning “a thriving nation and prosperous people,” and made Jianlong its capital.
2. Some lines in this story were written by the author herself and are marked with an asterisk. They do not follow the rules of poetic meter, so I hope readers will forgive me.
3. My talents are limited, so sometimes I borrow works by renowned historical writers and attribute them to characters in the story, including writers from the Qing dynasty and modern times. I will mark these instances.
Endless yellow sands, a restless world; a thousand years of right and wrong, settled in a single night.
Distant green mountains, winding rivers; heroes of the ages, their bones decayed and their souls vanished.
So many feuds and passions, all returned to the yellow earth; all the love and hate in our hearts, consigned to the oars and sails.
Ripples stir across Song Lake, a crescent of sorrow; boats drift over tea, a few points of grief.
Zizhan’s brush, bold and vigorous; Yuming’s poetry, depicting heaven and earth.
Mingsong’s flute, deep in thought; Qigeng’s sword, piercing the ninefold heavens.
Zhiyan’s paintings, exquisitely enduring; Wanmo’s writing, vivid and lively.
Yuling’s chess, free to range in every direction; Muheng’s flute, filled with unrestrained grace. (*)
Oh, this plot~ This Zi Zhan doesn't have enough concentration, "keep your body like jade", haha, I think it's a bit funny~ And the last sentence is very humorous~~~ Ostrich, reminds me of... The one who buries his head in the sand whenever there is danger... Haha, come on
It is indeed a trap. The youngest, come on, come on!
Xiaoba, this is the text written by the boss for you. Water melody singer The sound of raindrops and lotuses breaks, disturbing dreams and blurring them. The clouds in the sky break like ink, and the shadows of flowers are sparse when the moon comes. I want to take a boat to find the way, go straight into the depths of lotus flowers, and play a clear flute. I am also afraid that the green dew in my green clothes will make them wet. It's still and quiet, the wind is lifting the load and making ripples. While sipping tea and porridge, I still remember the first time we met. Let me ask you what love is. If you promise each other even if you live or die, the white lotus will relieve your lovesickness. The lotuses in the Qing Dynasty are enviable, and the fallen leaves also become poems.
Are you too entangled? Your life has been full of ups and downs, and your heart is hurt.
I read several chapters in a row today. They were well written and the plot was gripping. But there was a point where it was said: Ming Zhou was disfigured, but when he came to Ye Ma's place, how did they recognize Ming Zhou?
The story has twists and turns, is exciting, and Ming Zhou's fate is eccentric and makes people sympathize.
The story has twists and turns, bizarre and exciting
I don't really remember the previous part... By the way, I didn't write much this time... You always make people confused about this, is it a series... Pay attention, dramatic conflicts... Need to be buffered... Hehe, keep up the good work!
Seeing this, I just want to say two things. One is that the heroine's emotions are so shaken that people are completely confused about the situation. The other is that there are too many poems quoted. Even the ordinary narrative needs so many poems to embellish it. It is too much and it will make people disgusted.
The beauty is disfigured... Huhu, give her plastic surgery, or else pinch her...