In the former palace of Daxia, Jiang Shuci took the moon shadow that Yun Qingqiu gave her and stabbed it into her chest.
"Yun Qingqiu, I'm here to find you."
They all died in the cold winter when each other was most desperate. Perhaps due to the ruthless wind and snow, they finally disappeared.
When she opened her eyes again, she saw the palace of Daxia again. Maybe it was because of the mercy of heaven. Jiang Shuci thought that when the storm subsided, she should go to Yangzhou.
"Qingqiu, it's March."
Jiang Shuci put aside the princess's etiquette and reserve, got on his horse, and the horse's hooves trampled the scattered light and shadow, and fell into the hustle and bustle of Yangzhou with the peach blossom fragrance of Qingcheng Mountain.
Yun Qingqiu watched the girl joking, and for a moment he forgot the turmoil of the desert, and became drunk in the misty rain in Jiangnan.
It was spring again in March, and Yun Qingqiu was carrying her guqin again. Fireworks were falling in Yangzhou in March. She thought that she should go to Yangzhou again to see the Twenty-Four Bridges under the moonlight night.
Intention: There is no way out in the world, so he overthrew him.