Ming Ke shattered and shook the capital gate.
Gu Qingyin has forgotten what that boy looked like when she first met him. She only remembers that he was wearing a black outfit and standing under the apricot tree in March. The sun was very warm that day and the apricot flowers were very white.
It was a spring outing in the capital. That year, Gu Qingyin had just reached her haircut. She was a young girl, wearing a moon-white dress embroidered with begonias, and her hair was simply decorated with a few apricot flowers that were about to bloom. She held her sister's hand and stood on the stage to watch the hunt.
Thousands of horses rolled up the hillside, the flags were flying fiercely, the spring breeze rustled, ruffling the girl's hair and rolling up the robe of the young man on horseback.
"Hey, hey, who do you think will come out on top this year?"
"Don't even think about it, it must be the young prince from the Marquis of Chengde's house."
"That's right. The young ladies in Duke Ping's residence have been secretly promising this for a long time."
Intention: Whether in distant Beidi or a deep palace surrounded by red walls, the apricot blossoms will always bloom.
