At the peak of spring, on the way to worship the gods, a murder occurred.
When Song Suiming was reviewing the case, he met the Moyue envoy who was offering sacrifices this year.
It's a man
The green shirt is not stained by dust, and the face is hidden under the bamboo hat covered with black gauze.
He thought that this Moyue envoy was good-looking.
Maybe it was fate, but not long after, Mo Yue became the imperial doctor of the Song Dynasty.
Indifferent as jade, the black and white hair color and skin color contrast with each other, just like the moon.
A pair of beautiful eyes is important, and the two tear moles under the eyes add a bit of vitality for no reason.
This made Song Suiming want to tease him.
The young man looked at Song Suiming with a calm expression.
He was speechless at Master Song's constant questioning of his name.
After being harassed many times, he seemed to feel helpless.
After a while, the young man spoke slowly.
"My name is Huaiqing, and my courtesy name is Rangchen."
The mountains do not let dust fall, and the rivers do not let go of their abundance.
Many years later, at night, on the eaves of the Song Mansion.
Huaiqing fell asleep on Song Suiming's lap.
The night is all silent, looking out at the moon, as cool as snow.
In the dim moonlight, he gently put a jade bracelet on the man's wrist.
He caught the moon that belonged to him alone.
Concept: No circle means no destiny