The new wind swept sparks across the scorched earth, and Liang Qiwu clutched the black iron order tightly in the burning library. Three years ago, on the Hansu Festival, she caught the jade jade thrown by the general in the lantern rain, but she didn't know that the meeting in the bamboo forest that night hid a conspiracy to bloodbath the Liang Mansion.
Xiao Zhiyan will always remember how the winding traces of blood on the snow froze into red coral - when he galloped back from the Beidi battlefield under the stars at night, he only had time to cover the girl's eyes. The world praised him for his iron armor and silver spear, but no one knew that he was carrying a black iron order engraved with the enemy's secret pattern, and he knelt in front of the ruins of the Liang Mansion and broke the green bricks under his knees.
When they met again three years later, he was the enemy her sword pointed at, and she was the cinnabar that pierced his heart. When a poisonous arrow pierced her chest in the northwest battlefield, he smiled and held her trembling hand: "Back then you said you wanted to brew bamboo leaves... The third altar in the cellar is buried with your father's handsome seal."
When the snow on the top of Yunmiao Peak was soaked in lies, the fire in the library swallowed up the nine hundred unsent bamboo lanterns. He rushed out of the sea of fire with the girl covered in blood on his back, and the scorch marks on his back showed a bloody totem - the Black Iron Order that had been misunderstood for many years was originally the edict left by the late emperor to him to protect her life.
"I asked you to leave the house back then... To lure away the dead." Xiao Zhiyan coughed up blood and spread bamboo lanterns all over the old alleys in Jiangnan. The coordinates of the twenty-eight tombs in the northwest were hidden in the wicks. "I don't dare to ask for your forgiveness. I just ask you to read these blood-stained battle reports."
Liang Qiwu crushed the last lamp under the moonlight, only to see a secret message appearing on the lamp paper: During the Hansu Festival that year, someone hid half of an unsent mandarin duck pendant in the middle of her medicine box.
Concept: Reunion after suffering