Winter Clothes, Pine Snow

In the winter month of the sixth year of Emperor Yan's reign, the nightmare and glory of a dynasty was born on Jiaofangsi's blood mattress. Cui Chang, whose courtesy name was Su Heng, was the daughter of a guilty minister and his son. He was born without his mother and his father abandoned him like a worn-out shoe. At the age of fourteen, he went to his death in a ghost mask, defeated the Yinshan bandits with three arrows, was granted the title of king at seventeen, and guarded the northern frontier with nineteen shepherds. The world praised him as "Jade-faced Shura", and the people called him "Bingzhou Spring God", but they didn't know that the blood-stained swaddling fragments of Jiaofang Si were wrapped in the old steamed bun bag around his waist. On the night of the Yuan Dynasty, an arrow pierced the heart and the jade mountain collapsed. The 23-year-old Prince of Qinghe County died from a poisonous arrow that penetrated an old scar. The military doctor's tent was burned down, and the last blood letter seeped into the princess's black hair - the "Moonlight from a Thousand Miles" that she cut off and tied around his wrist before the expedition. When the coffin passed through Yanmen Pass, the city was filled with cold clothes like snow. The old soldier beat his armor and cried, asking, "Is the general cold?" The history books only record: "The arrogant king of Qinghe County met his death." Only Gu Qingyun knew that his "death" was the last loyalty and edge left to this dynasty. She melted down hundreds of volumes of mourning poems to cast a stele, and on the underside of the stele was engraved the musical score of "Song Xuecao" that no one can decipher. Deep inside the base, twenty-three poison-quenched iron arrows are resonating with the heart of the dynasty—— "When Beidi commits another crime, the iron words on the stele will turn into arrows, and the remaining words will become blades!" Cui Chang: A ghost's face can cover up the beauty of a beautiful city, but it cannot cover up the cold arrows fired from the temple. Gu Qingyun: "They taught you that heroes must die on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, so I taught history books and never dared to write about reunions!" When the mountains and rivers are about to burn, the strongest wind in northern Xinjiang will eventually pick up the snow blades under the pines and return together with the clothes that are still cold.