In the winter of 181 in the ordinary calendar, it was the summer.
It's snowing heavily and covered in silver. The streets were deserted, even the most diligent vendors were packing up their stalls and preparing to go home.
The scene in the palace's annex is completely different. The lights are brightly lit, red silk and red lanterns are hung everywhere, and the servants and attendants are in a hurry, all carefully preparing for the upcoming happy event.
In front of Qiyi Garden, two large red lanterns hung alone at the door. The servants all looked serious, and the leader urged: "Sweep quickly, sweep away the snow on the ground."
In the room, the red candles were bright, the red wedding dress was hanging on the wooden rack, and a woman was sitting in front of the mirror, without any joy on her face.
Another place
The man in the wedding robe was embarrassed, standing in front of the mirror with a smile on his face, "Chiyuan, quickly see if I am wearing the wedding robe correctly."
Chi Yuan was not a talkative person at first, so he replied blankly, "No."
"Your Majesty, it's bad, Qiyi Garden is on fire!"
The boy outside shouted at the door, and the people in the room froze, rushed out of the door, and ran towards the place filled with flames.
The room was quiet, the red wedding dress was burning warmly, and a woman stood by the window, blowing out the red candle.
"..."
The man pushed the door open suddenly, and the woman turned to look at him.
"Natsu Ziling..."
The cold sword light touched his chest, "How dare you really marry me..."
The man looked at her and smiled, and walked over as if she felt no pain.
The silver sword pierced the red wedding dress on his body, and blood oozed out. For a moment, it was unclear whether it was the color of the clothes or the blood.
He looked relaxed and said softly: "Fortunately, you're fine..."
Concept: Running water is ruthless, but falling flowers are intentional