Zhao Zhuyue, who rushed to the imperial city for the engagement, saw and heard along the way, and she finally left the imperial city to pursue her own life.
Many years later, she made a living by selling paintings, and he became a minister. By chance, he got one of her paintings and found the wrong word "Zhu" on the seal. Only then did he remember that he had forgotten to correct her when he left.
Many years later, Xia Jiming came to his old age and returned to his hometown. The evening breeze of Jialing River was blowing softly. The joy of mourning follows the flowing water, and the song reaches the sky. It is a funeral vessel for old friends.
When he was sixteen years old, he bid farewell to his hometown and embarked on the road to take the exam. That year he became a Jinshi as he wished and stayed in the imperial city. The green young man once didn't know the heights of the sky. After forty years of ups and downs in officialdom, his will was completely worn away, and his original intention was no longer there. Only when he saw the white banner of the person his heart had been yearning for when he was young, his cloudy eyes were washed clean by tears again.
Zhao Zhuyue, how are you doing now? How are you doing in this life?
Zhao Zhuyue could no longer answer him. There were only lamentations in his ears, but Xia Jiming still felt her response when the breeze blew on his face.
Xia Jiming, I'm fine.
Xia Jiming, don't be afraid.
Thousands of years later, half a page of the Biographies of the Loyal Ministers of the Dali Dynasty records the life of Xia Jiming, a powerful official in the Jinghe period, and half a page of the Biographies of Strange People records the life of the world-traveling painter Zhao Zhuyue.
Purpose: Man is born free