Send a Plow of Spring Rain Across the River

In the birch forest, there was a kitten. It only had three legs but two tails. I named it Osugi. What I still dare not forget is that at midnight, the kitten sat in front of the bronze mirror, stroking her eyebrows and combing her makeup. A trace of blush slowly seeped out from her fair face. "Have you heard? There is a nine-tailed cat in our palace. "The fox turned into a two-tailed cat." "Why are you so frightened? Sister," Osugi wore a woman's mask on her face, and the greasy meows like cats gradually climbed onto the palace maid's face. Under the cold light, a peach blossom bloomed on her face, and the strands of cinnabar remaining on her nails were clasped on her slightly aggrieved tongue. There was no way she could struggle. "Cat demon? Is this cat demon a spirit or a cultivator? Can he use ink to write inscriptions? If he believes what this crazy little palace maid says, won't the world be in chaos? She grows out of Bai Hua's shadow, and her lips are red. A hibiscus-colored, charming but not vulgar little girl, she saw a man with half-unbuttoned clothes, his face was full of the drunkenness of being in a gentle country, and in his eyes, there was a landscape painting soaked by rain, which was dull but still full of longing. Admiration and infatuation. Beside him, there is a noble man, with five fingers on his slender hands, smiling but not smiling. It is the pond where the sails are moored in the distance, carrying the calm greenness of the change of spring and autumn, stained with two hazy little flowers. Water, hooking the inkstone, twisting the ink stick, crushing the ink block, sucking the fragrance of the rice paper, raising a disdainful eyebrow, straightly picked up the little eunuch who was waiting for him outside the door, his eyes changed, and the stars moved, the chess game The wind and rain on the plate are swaying, changing rapidly, with the fear of anger, the timidity of dusk, sweeping the saliva of the palace people dotted on the sleeves, the tranquility in the birch forest, the childish gaze, paper and pen The sound of rain swept away, and the wind and rain outside the window disturbed the time. She said that she had copied His Majesty for half her life. She had pierced the window screen and traveled thousands of miles just for a moment of carriage and horseback. She had pulled her hair to cook porridge. With the mellow aroma of the food, I don't dare to show any hint of saltiness. I am a nine-tailed demon fox. Why did I become a cat with my legs cut off? Everyone in the world lamented that I was the ruin of the country. They all scorned me. Only one person offered flowers as a sacrifice and grass as a symbol. The body is painted in prison! The prison clothes are the joy and sorrow of the bird. Looking at the overgrown and depressed man beside him, the nine-tailed fox can't help but close his eyes and chuckle. If he likes it, it doesn't matter if he is criticized by the world. " (A paragraph from a certain chapter.) "My blood vessels are filled with hormones called Tang Si" "I copied your appearance with bones." Concept: A collection of imaginative stories