The north wind bids away winter and ushered in spring, the season when peach blossoms bloom.
Every time at this time, Xie Yuzheng would think of the past when he was seven years old.
"Who is that? Why is such a small child standing at the door of Dali Temple?"
"You don't even know about him? He's the young master of the Xie family! Last night, the Xie Mansion was completely burned down. He happened to be out visiting relatives and escaped."
I will also think of my first encounter with him.
"I am the young minister of Dali Temple, thank you Zheng, courtesy name Zigui."
"Wei Yanping, courtesy name Zhongping."
"It turns out to be Prince Wei. I'm rude."
"The wind will blow away peach blossoms because they have no attachment to the world. They just bloom and wither day after day, year after year. But I am different from the peach blossoms. My love for you cannot be blown away by the wind, because I have attachment to the world. How can I leave so easily."
"Thank you for the peach blossoms blown by the wind, and the strong iron bones. The wild fire spreads underground and calms the chaos in the world."
Intention: No intention
