Chapter One: Jinghong by the River
In late spring in the south of the Yangtze River, even the wind is filled with the sweet fragrance of peach blossoms. Several strings of wisteria hang down from the eaves of Qifeng Pavilion, and the pink and white petals fall into the blue waves, causing the fish to scatter in shock. The red shadows danced in the pavilion, and the hem of Tang Yunyi's skirt swept across the bluestone, raising tiny pieces of gold foil - that was when she secretly took apart her mother's gold-lined dress and sewed it into her own skirt.
"Come again!" The girl shook the empty wine bottle, her black hair spread out as she turned around, and the silver bell hanging from the hosta in her hair jingled. She raised her head and drank the last drop of peach blossom wine, then suddenly stepped on the stone bench, her wide sleeves flying, startling the crows in the tree. As she was drunk, she simply pulled off the red silk from her waist and danced wildly in the pavilion. The golden phoenix embroidered on the skirt seemed to fly through the air.
On the river, the boat rowed slowly across. Xiao Yan's fingers holding Heizi suddenly tightened, and the chessboard made a subtle "click" sound. For three years, the red dress that has appeared countless times in my dreams is now blooming on the other side. When the girl turned around, the flowers at the end of her eyes were smudged crimson by the alcohol, and she happened to catch his suddenly hot gaze.
"Where should this move be?" The attendant's cautious inquiry was blown away by the wind. Xiao Yan looked at the figure on the other side who was tiptoeing to reach the flower branches, but almost fell into the river, and the corners of his mouth raised uncontrollably. In the memory, she was also so reckless. When she was ten years old, she sneaked out of the house to watch the lanterns, trampled all the candied haws on the street to pieces, and was finally carried home by him on his shoulders.
"Little Marquis!" The girl finally found the boat and rushed over, stepping on the yellow leaves on the ground. The hem of her skirt swept away petals like rain. She held her knees up and gasped for air, her hair was messy but she smiled wantonly, "I haven't seen you for three years, and your face still stinks like a stone!" As she said that, she reached out to poke his cheek, but Xiao Yan grabbed her wrist.
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