Zhou Biyan was falsely accused of killing her father and died unjustly at a young age. Although he has his childhood sweetheart Xuanyin as his companion in the underworld, he has always been obsessed with the truth of the murder. One hundred and thirty years later, Meng Chengyun, a young and promising new prefect, learned of this incident. He felt sorry for Bi Yan and went to Wangchuan to find the memory ice for Bi Yan. The two cherished each other because they knew each other, and gradually fell in love. Unexpectedly, when they retrieved their past, they discovered that Meng Chengyun was actually the reincarnation of Biyan's father, Zhou Xingyun...
Hate it so much,
The hatred is at the end of the world.
Shanyue doesn't know what's going on in her heart,
The water and wind make the flowers fall in front of my eyes,
The swaying green clouds slant.
——Wen Tingyun's "Dream Jiangnan"
We meet at first sight, we know each other at second sight, and we know each other at third sight. People and ghosts are on different paths and should not meet each other, let alone know each other.
When life is destined, we hold hands at the end of the world and love is far away. Let down the bell of death.
She was standing alone in the main hall, her heart as thick as ice. He stayed up late at night with a candle in his hand, sitting and wandering for a long time.
Flowers wither and fly away, separation and separation are like dreams. Why are there so many sorrows? First update, second update, third update... One day, two days, three days... The despair that had long been buried in my heart turned into infinite desolation.
There was a full moon outside, beautiful and peaceful. Chengyun was alone, and suddenly remembered a night long ago when he was in Yiyanxuan and heard her play the piano for the first time. It was not hopeless, Chengyun suddenly felt happy. If she could hear it, the Yao Qin was still on his desk.
Gong Tiao started, Shang Tiao continued, "Ru Meng Ling", for whom was it completed? He sang softly: "Drinking the bright light together under the moon, singing long songs about the desolation. As soon as the sound of the piano passed by, the ends of the world were vast. Wandering and thinking. Who cares about the wind and the water..."
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