Jingmenchun

——"Jingmen Spring"—— Empty, empty! The characters, countries, and institutional levels are mostly made up by the author himself, so please do not delve into them further. Protagonist: Yin Fang Zhuyu, Zhao Yuanzhen "Telling a story about Beijing's past and singing a sad song for the world." The protagonist is bl, and the supporting characters are a hodgepodge, so be careful when getting involved. The Buddhist system is updated, and the driving force is faster~ —————————————————————— Yuan Zhen was raised in the palace since he was a child. He didn't know his life experience, his parents, or what the mountains and fields in the poems were... There was a Mr. Zhao in the palace who treated Yuan Zhen very well. The next day, I heard from a palace official that Mr. Zhao... Was cramped because of his affair with Mrs. Qinghua, and he is still lying on the execution platform. When Yuan Zhen heard that his husband was in such trouble, he ran towards the execution platform without even thinking about lifting his legs. He ran for an unknown amount of time and was covered with snow before he reached the execution platform. There were a group of guards around the execution platform, and he did not dare to get close. He remembered that not far to the northwest of the execution platform was the highest attic in the palace, where the height of the execution platform might be visible. Panting heavily, he ran all the way downstairs. Because of his small size, he got through several dog holes and avoided several groups of guards before approaching the attic door. He climbed up quietly, lay down behind the railing and peeked his head secretly. He didn't know why such a good person like Mr. Zhao ended up like this. He opened his eyes and saw that Mr. Zhao's body was covered with scars and bleeding. Mr. Zhao lay quietly, sometimes twitching, sometimes moaning, sometimes coughing twice... Yuan Zhen couldn't help sobbing, tears streaming down her clothes. Perhaps he was the only one in the world who knew that Mr. Zhao was wronged. —————————————————————— Mr. Zhao died on the twentieth day of the winter month in the Yonghui year. It was snowing heavily and the mist was covering the mountains. Yuan Zhen secretly lay down on the attic and saw him lying in the snow at the execution ground outside the prison, holding a strand of black hair in his dying hand, watching the snow falling from the sky. His life was wasted, and he couldn't get everything he wanted. He didn't want to think about the past. Being always so unhappy was not something worth remembering. Everyone in the world had their own worries. Now that he was alone, why bother thinking about those things. The grass and trees also know sorrow, and their youth turns gray. There was a smile in his eyes, like the warm sun. He saw heavy snowfall, which made the pine branches rustle. The strong wind broke through the city and blew through the many palaces to here, carrying white snow falling on him. Later, Qiongfang covered the mountains and fields, wild cranes stood high and wailed, the lonely mountains fell asleep, and the fireworks danced... He melted into the snow, as white as the snow, as cold as that, and as short-lived. He loved the warm sun the most, but it snowed heavily on the day of his death. Everyone is unsatisfied in the world, and everyone is unsatisfied. If you can't really get what you want in the world, you will suffer a lot of sins. —————————————————————— Purpose: Have fun