Another year when flowers are blooming, the past events are like faint drizzle, echoes scattered all over the ground;

This year's flowers are in full bloom, and although everyone has their own memories that have been crossed out, why are you the only one who is so persistent...

Chu Yu

I am the king, the future king of Nishizawa. From the moment I was born, no one has dared to question my identity and power. In this huge Nishizawa palace, my father has thousands of concubines, but there are only This is my child.

I remember very early and spoke very early. When I was three years old, I could already open my round eyes and look at the grandmothers who were busy around me every day with kindness. In fact, they didn't know that I had sprinkled water on their bedding. A handful of glass fragments, when they fell tiredly into the bed at night, they would let out heart-rending howls. At that time, I would hide between the quilts and secretly laugh until my face turned red from holding it in.

My father was so extravagant that he would spend two days every month in the palace to watch actors and actresses singing, so he ordered people to build an extremely gorgeous stage in Chengqian Hall. When my mother-in-law held me in her arms to watch it, all I could see was There is gold all over the place, and the fragrant wooden ridges are covered with complicated and gorgeous gold foil. And the father is leaning on the bed and drinking wine leisurely. In his arms and at his feet is the concubine with a jade body. But Perhaps no amount of beauty's soft fragrance can match the mother's cold gaze. Only the mother can easily stir up the father's emotions, although there will always be only quarrels or indifference between them...

When I was four years old, I saw him for the first time. At that time, he was being beaten severely by a fat man. I was shocked at the time, not because of my first contact with the violence in the world, but because of the unyielding and stubborn look in his eyes. .I know he has also seen me. Through the low trees, his dark eyes are staring at me closely, but it seems that he is not looking at me, but at the majestic palace city behind me. I was looking at a child of his own age, whose face I couldn’t see clearly, but I knew he was crying. At that time, I wondered why the one who was beaten didn’t cry, but he cried so sadly.

I kept squatting there until the fat man got tired of beating him, threw down his stick and left cursing, then I saw the child he was protecting, who actually had the same face as him...

Duan Enli

I dreamed again at night. I dreamed that it was snowing heavily for days, and the dark branches of the old trees were covered with heavy snow. Under the sun, the branches glowed white.

After I woke up, I thought about the scene in my dream and muttered to myself. Huali was biting the corner of the quilt next to me and laughing. She said: You are so stupid, how can it snow in Xizhe?

Yes, it won’t snow in Xizawa, but the snow scene described by the wrinkled swordsman is so beautiful. Listening to his words, I seemed to see myself walking in that dazzling light, with Huali standing there. The sun is smiling at me.

So I excitedly took Huali's hand and said, "Huali, let's run away. Let's go to Beili, to a place with snow. Then I will be a swordsman and I will protect you. Let's never sing opera again." Don't be hungry or beaten!

Ke Huali's warm eyes were shining with tears. She said, brother, dad will not let us escape, and you don't know martial arts. We are all children. How can we survive if we leave here?
Chapter completed!