In the late night of the autumn rain, Shen Qingye, a young man who was troubled and unable to sleep, bumped into the master who was drawing eyebrows on the top floor of the library of Wangyue Palace.
The rouge pen rested on the cinnabar mole at the end of her eye, and she was actually wearing a smoky fairy skirt.
The tip of the rouge pen is condensed on the cinnabar mole at the end of the eye, like a red dragonfly perched on the edge of the lotus petal. Half of the face covered with pearl powder is reflected in the bronze mirror. Under the dark green eyebrows, a pool of spring water splashes as the eyes move.
Suddenly she heard the sound of flower sellers outside the window. Her fingertips paused slightly, and the cinnabar spread out, making the small mole more vivid. When the train of the skirt brushed against the sandalwood dressing table, the smoky fairy skirt instantly stirred up layers of cloud waves. The branch patterns embroidered with silver threads disappeared in the morning light, as if a wisp of smoke really slipped from the loom of the loom and wrapped around her waist.
The flames of the young man knocking over the candlestick alerted the shadow guards in the dark, and three long swords were instantly placed on his neck.
"Back off." Shen Heng raised his chin with the scabbard, "My good disciple, tonight I am going to Zuixian Tower to kill the Painted Skin Demon. Do you dare to go with me?" Jiang Yan looked at the gilded steps on her temples and suddenly noticed a small mole on the master's earlobe, which was looming in the candlelight as he turned his head.
The moonlight on the top floor of the library is the brightest.
Intention: Infatuated love is hidden in the heart, regardless of the response of the moonlight
