I Send It to Kuanglu with a Head Full of Snow

1. This article is a group portrait, a real group portrait. He will definitely carry a knife. It's hard to say how many will die, but he will carry a knife. If you can't stand the knife, don't read it. Don't yell at me after reading it and ask me why there are so many knives. The mink people are not responsible for this. If you want to read a sweet article, don't come here. I have already warned you. If there is an accident in the future, it will not be my fault. We agreed. 2. Because it is a group portrait, it is difficult to define whether it has CP or not, so I will not label it with or without CP. Some characters do not have cp, some characters have cp, and some characters have cp, but they have never been together. 3. The author's writing style is determined by this. Do not attack the author based on his writing style. 4. This is a harmonious and friendly comment area. Please don't be gay or start fights, let alone quarrel with others. 5. If there is something you don't understand, just leave a normal message and I will reply as soon as I see it. If there is no reply, it means the background did not pop up and was swallowed. You can leave a few more to try. 6. The author is a talkative person and talks a lot. He will often appear under any comment in the comment area. If you don't like the author's chatter, you can block the author. 7. This article is a companion piece to "Your Highness, the Consort is in Love". The two books share the same world view and the same background, but the time range does not completely overlap and the perspectives are different. The perspective of this article is biased towards small people and is relatively trivial. This article covers a wider time range than Your Highness's book. 8. Very auspicious, to be continued. It's so hateful, I seem to have swallowed the last one

The series of water signs on the wall of the inn are like their spiritual tablets, placed there quietly. This was my first reaction when I saw the description of water cards in the book, and as I read further, it turned out to be true.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            Diao, this bitch, has wanted to write a novel full of knives for a day or two, but finally she got the opportunity (annoyed). But I didn't expect that its background was actually in Lushan Mountain, but after going there for a while, it suddenly became no surprise. This city really couldn't be more suitable for this inn. (There are some spoilers below) I have been reading Diao's books for several years, watching the joys and sorrows of the vivid and passionate people in her novels, and watching the grand worlds slowly unfolding in front of us. However, what we have always read are stories seen from the perspective of the so-called protagonist. But just like Boss Yi's fantasy world of book spirits, everyone has his own opportunity and his own story, or in other words, everyone is the protagonist. As a passer-by here, the proprietress faithfully recorded their stories and their lives that appeared in her life. Just like Senior Sister Hua, a young swordsman with amazing talent and beauty, happy and happy, but fell in the best years... Isn't she the epitome of the people we meet or never meet in our lives? Like the other people who appeared in the inn, old and young, they are all vivid "little" characters, but we all know that from the perspective of the "immortal" proprietress, these people will eventually leave in front of her and in front of us, just like the countless goodbyes we have to experience in our lives. Every time I think about this, I feel a kind of sadness that is both shallow and far-reaching, and there is also an unspeakable compassion, just like the clouds and mist that are always lingering on Lushan Mountain, and I can only close the book and sigh. All living beings suffer when walking in this world, and no one is exempt. Damn it, the more I think about it, the more I feel like a knife! ! ! I want to see something sweet! ! ! The knife is forked! ! !

The wonderful collision of traditional literature and modern online literature, it reads with both the timeless writing style of traditional literature and the fast-paced turbulence of modern online literature. Updated to the latest chapter, my biggest feeling is that all living beings suffer. The whole book is a grand and poignant tragedy. Everyone lives a wonderful and splendid life, but they are struggling in the torrent of time and destiny, and they are still unable to break free from the shackles. To paraphrase a lyric from the recently popular "Silk Opera", "A very red place turns to gray." Whether it was the proprietress, Chu Wuxing, or fellow disciples, everyone had loved, hated, suffered, and struggled vigorously and truly. In the end, only the water signs on the wall of the mountain inn were left, silently telling those old memories. Writing this is even more sad. What is the difference between us outside the book and them in the book? "Although the world is different and things are different, emotions change with the situation, so the excitement and nostalgia are the same. Those who read it later will also feel the elegance."

I have the same sense of history as I did when I was in junior high school watching "Not the City, Not the Country, Only Everything I Have". Leave a claw and collect it.