Looking Back, There Is No Spring

Three years ago, the world-famous first dancer in the capital suddenly contracted a serious illness and passed away in her prime, attracting literati to write poems and rhymes. Or pity a beautiful woman whose life is as thin as a flower; Or sigh that it is rare to see such stunning dancing in the world; There are even crazy people who insinuate that the prince of the Anlehou Mansion is unkind and ungrateful, causing others to wrongly express their deep feelings. They praise him for his surname, which values ​​love and righteousness, and is indeed a model for scholars. Within three years, Some people are willing to get stuck in the whirlpool and struggle to survive from desperate situations again and again, just in exchange for being innocent; Some people keep their names anonymous, their blood is cold, and they don't know where to go; Some people hold on to a single obsession and move around in the officialdom surrounded by tigers and wolves. When they finally reach a high position, they are still unable to heal their heartache. When we meet again, things have changed and people have changed. +++++++Lu Yanjing+++++×+++++Gu Heng A wise, chivalrous and charming ++×++ young man who looks cold and kind but is actually wanton and rebellious. Free and easy and confident Rose ++×++ looks gentle and smooth, but is actually a cold-blooded and stubborn general. As the eldest son of the Anle Houfu, Gu Heng had kept himself clean since he was a child and was waiting for his marriage. Unexpectedly, when he left home for the first time, he met a delicate and soft young lady, and he couldn't bear to tease her in every possible way. No longer able to pretend to be cool and self-possessed, I fell into the land of gentleness. He originally wanted to bring his sweetheart to the main hall to seek fulfillment, but Mei Jiao'e beside him suddenly changed his face, and exiled him to the bitter cold with a piece of paper. After three years of wasted time, love is hard to break, so I have to take the path of my love rival and leave my love rival with nowhere to go. Small Theater Lu Yanjing huddled in the corner with his knees in his arms. He heard the sound of "Yanjing" in his daze, raised his head, and saw a figure walking out of the dim candlelight. She stood up in a daze, ran a few steps towards the light and then stopped where she was. "Yanjing, just pretend that what happened above the main hall never happened. I'll take you out of here and let's go back to the city." The girl did not break away from the hand on her shoulder, but just tilted her head: "Impossible." "The monks at Ling'an Temple are not related to you, right? I'll ask someone to give them salvation for seven to seventy-nine days, or ninety-nine to eighty-one days. Why must it be like this?" She endured the pain in her shoulders and raised her head: "Gu Heng, haven't you heard the saying 'Everyone has to be punished'? Anyone who sees such a tragedy will want to seek justice for the resentful spirit who died in vain. It has nothing to do with relatives or blood." "I was so overwhelmed by the sadness of the grass and trees that I acted impulsively." There was a firm look in the clear almond eyes: "You still make excuses. It seems I should praise you for your clear conscience." "Smoke scene..." "Gu Heng, you don't have to say anymore. Everything in the past was just a game. Now it's over. The people in the game can no longer control it." The strength disappeared from his shoulders, and his thin body swayed, "Okay, Lu Yanjing, I just want to see if this game can be broken." Lang Jun turned around and climbed up the wooden ladder. "Put it on," the voice rose again, "I'm telling you to let it go—" Several long coiled snakes fell from the square mouth, and then dispersed after hitting the bottom. "Yanjing, let me ask you again, have you ever been sincere to me?" Lu Yanjing stepped back and fell to the ground: "Fake, fake, everything is fake——" Before he finished speaking, he was swallowed up by boundless darkness. Intention: Justice is the foundation of our heart and we must not let it down