Green Smoke and Ice Record

When the wind from the north carried the ice particles and blew over the remaining walls of Luoyi, the smoke from the Han family's kitchen had not risen for three days. At the moment when the red scarf of the Red Eyebrow Army spread over the grain depot, Emperor Cheng of the Han Dynasty was still unpacking the new tribute night pearls in the palace, the eunuchs were holding blood edicts and screaming, the soldiers of the relatives were blocking the entrance to the palace, and the cavalry of the Tang family in the west had crushed the last wheat field on the outskirts of the city. The secret letter from the Song family in Hewan is rushing towards the south. There are eight words hidden in the ink: "The Han Dynasty will fall, whose family will lose the tripod?" No one noticed that in the secret room of the Ming family's fiefdom in the east, a cluster of red-gold flames rose from Ying Lie's fingertips. The fire was not like ordinary fire. It did not slant in the wind and did not burn when it touched wood. It only trembled slightly when he held the jade pendant with the word "Qin" engraved on it - as if it was echoing the "click" sound of the joints of pottery figurines rubbing in the depths of the ice mausoleum in the far north. In the rice sea of ​​the Chu family in the southern border, Ying Li counted the seventh ear of rice blown down by the wind. Xiang Ye said that when the rice is ripe, he will take her to see the sea in the south. But today, the Chu family lord's sword was placed on Xiang Ye's neck, just waiting for her to nod, so as to lure her brother into the web that had been woven for three years. On the mountain road in the Western Region, Xiao Che stuffed the last piece of dry food into the orphan's mouth, and Su Yunxi's Bagua Formation had just stopped the third wave of defeated troops. The wooden sign she handed over still carried body temperature, and the carvings of the word "Shou" seemed to hide something heavier than Fu Han. The prophecy of Taoist Master Qingxu has spread throughout the seven countries: "The ice in the north is melting, the smoke is rising in the south, the nine cauldrons have no owner, and the people weep."