The Moon Is Still Hanging

A young general disguised as a man vs. A female official from a poor family, he * In the winter of the fourteenth year of Tongzai's reign, Song You'an was as warm-hearted as ever. The chill penetrated my bones, but it stimulated a bit of interest in walking in the snow to look for plum blossoms. She held the umbrella and headed west of the city alone. His eyebrows were covered with lingering snow, and Song Youan's hand holding the umbrella was bruised. As he walked to the outskirts of Beijing, a lonely tomb suddenly came into view. The solitary tomb is desolate and abandoned in the wind and snow in the wilderness. At some point, someone inserted a bamboo pole with red tassels on it, and it is trembling in the howling cold wind. It looked terribly miserable. Song Youan paused slightly. Who... Would be buried here. The night is long and deep, the frost is cold and the dew is heavy. Song You'an risked everything, and his life was miserable, but he was a humble citizen—— Just ask for magnanimity. "The following year Enke, I won the first place in the second class," said Song You'an, who was covered in frost and snow, with muddy feet and an official robe meticulously draped on her body. Her words were like a thousand words. "At that time, I swore that I would redress her injustice and I would clear her grievances." * "I saw all the desert scenery in northern Xinjiang, with blue skies and blue clouds, and herds of cattle and sheep. My fathers fought on horseback and taught me a sincere heart. I thought I would live alone for the rest of my life." "I have met her before," Canpo chuckled softly, letting the hairpin pierce into his palm, "but I'm afraid she'll cry, so it's better not to tell her. My fate has already been decided, there's no need for one more person -" "It only adds to the sadness." * Northern Xinjiang is windy, sandy, cold and bitter, and you cannot go home alone. We should head south and return home. 1V1 HE I am not alone in my ways ————————————————————————— *I have been coveting my senior sister for a long time* Lu Hengling couldn't explain her feelings for Xu Rongqing. In terms of seniority, they all come from the same lineage. In terms of talent, they are equally matched. But when it comes to friendship, Lu Hengling really can't say how much he likes her, regardless of the relationship between fellow apprentices and sisters. Xu Rongqing has always been known for her elegant appearance and high level of cultivation. Who wouldn't like her? But Lu Hengling just found her extremely boring. The right path is boring. Lu Hengling became a notorious villain in the world of cultivation at a young age. She thrived in the demon world. But she could always see Xu Rongqing appearing in front of her every day, saying that he would take her back to the sect. Lu Hengling:? ? ? Why do you want to save me and control me wherever you go? Until she died under Xu Rongqing's sword, Lu Hengling was so angry that she wanted to point her nose and scold her. Unexpectedly, when she woke up, Lu Hengling would go back to the days when she was Xu Rongqing's junior sister. In her eyes, she was as ignorant of the world as ever. Lu Hengling smiled sadly, and a wonderful plan emerged in her heart. She wants to seduce this righteous immortal king, and she wants to pull the noble immortal king down from the altar. Before she could make any further moves, the sect's beloved little junior sister arrived. The junior sister is sweet and sweet, but Lu Hengling is annoyed for no reason. She watched indifferently as her junior sister took away Xu Rongqing's opportunities and magic weapons, and even secretly planned to ruin Xu Rongqing's engagement. But until Xu Rongqing was falsely accused and imprisoned, and her reputation was ruined, the junior sister still refused to stop. Lu Hengling suddenly lost her joy. She, a little junior sister with a bad temper, did a bit too much. * Small theater: The night before the execution, Lu Hengling went to the dungeon to visit Xu Rongqing. She was still dressed in white, elegant and clean. The once aloof Immortal Lord is now imprisoned by chains, his eyes are blank, and the water has reached his waist. Lu Hengling approached slowly and lifted Xu Rongqing's chin with a chuckle. Xu Rongqing turned her head to hide, but heard warm breath close to her ears. "Senior sister," Lu Hengling was bewitching and stretched out her fingertips to tease, "You said... If I practice dual cultivation with you at this time, would it be considered taking advantage of others' danger?" Xu Rongqing's pale face suddenly turned crimson. She looked at the person in front of her in disbelief, this junior sister who had always been her enemy—— He was actually willing to betray his sect and the entire cultivation world for her. ———————————————————————— *When the enemy becomes my concubine* Xiao Xuanyi loves to do two things. One is squatting on a tree and throwing stones at the little old-fashioned Yan family. The second is to see Yan Qingshuang purse her lips and say nothing after being hit, but she still looks good. Xiao Xuanyi didn't like her and found various reasons to bully her. At the same time that the decree from the capital was transmitted, King Anyang rebelled. On the day when the rebels massacred the family, Xiao Xuanyi hid in the pile of corpses. Seeing Yan Qingshuang holding the sword, Shi Shiran left Xiao Mansion without showing any timidity. His clothes are not stained with blood and his gait is calm. All twenty members of the family died. Together with the Qingfengmingyue Yan Qingshuang, who was concerned about the livelihood of the people, she all surrendered to the rebels. Xiao Xuanyi's eyes swirled, filled with hatred. She narrowly escaped death and crawled back to the capital. Three years later, she finally got her long-cherished wish - She wanted to consign Yan Qingshuang, her old friend, to death. * Small theater 1: "Writing," Xiao Xuanyi kicked over the inkstone and looked at her with a chuckle, "Just write 'Your Highness, spare my life'." Yan Qingshuang knelt down with her eyes lowered and wrote carefully every stroke. Xiao Xuanyi didn't even raise her eyes. She stepped on the wet ink with her foot and twisted it hard. "The handwriting is pretty," she said in a lazy tone with a hint of disdain, "harder than your bones." Small theater 2: "The battle in Luoshui was made possible by you." "Yes." "On top of the city tower, I forced you to shave off your hair, pick out your face... And pick out your bones." "... Yes." Behind the screen, Xiao Xuanyi burst into tears, Yan Qingshuang had never seen Xiao Xuanyi's weak expression. As the pride of heaven, she has always been proud and willful, But now her tears were rolling down in large chunks. Falling in the dust, Yan Qingshuang felt, Each one hit her heart, and she unexpectedly wanted to cry. 1V1, HE Intention: I am willing to serve as a bulrush and support the emperor on the stage.