In the eighth year of Kaiyuan, Xiaoman ushered in the Qixi Festival just a few days ago, that day was the eternal pain in his heart, even if it was bandaged with a long life, the wound that never scabbed would still ooze fresh blood from time to time.

In the festival of Chang'an City, every household is busy drying clothes and books, the girls are carefully prepared, looking forward to begging the Weaver Girl after nightfall, and the women of marriageable age are looking forward to the appearance of the Cowherd Star, so as to pray to him to meet a Cowherd-like Ruyi Langjun as soon as possible.

At this time, in a peach forest on the outskirts of Chang'an, a man in white rode a white horse desperately, the white clothes on the man's body were already in tatters, and the white horse under his seat was exhausted, and the majestic Chang'an City Gate was close in front of him.

The man was so weak that he couldn't even lift his eyelids, and it seemed that he would fall off the horse at any moment, but he waved the leather whip with the last strength of his body: "Ride...... Brother White Horse, please hold on a little longer. ”

Jinguangmen, just west of the capital, is where business travelers from all over the world pour into the world-famous Chang'an West City. When the shadow of the sundial slowly moves to unitary, Chang'an City will also usher in the last hustle and bustle of the day.

"Look...... Fairies scatter flowers!" An exclamation sounded in the crowd of Qunxianfang, and everyone heard the voice, only to see the silk flowers that were fluttering in the red sunset like five-colored clouds, which were as colorful and dazzling as the clouds, and they were beautiful. This is the auspicious flower of crossing the river, cut with colored silk, dyed with actinolite, and wait until the Qixi Festival to raise into the sky to beg. Ordinary people did not know the origin of this flower, and they knelt down and prayed.

A girl noticed a figure standing on the heavy building of Jinguangmen not far away, and she pulled her mother's shirt: "Mother, is that a fairy?"

The people looked towards the heavy building of Jinguangmen, and one of the people dressed as a servant rubbed his eyes carefully, and said in shock: "It's the county lord of Qingjue!"

The wind on the roof of the building was very strong, and the lord of Qingjue County looked west, and his emaciated back revealed a desperate stubbornness. The wide post road under the city stretched straight to the west, and when the city gate was closed, there were only pedestrians left on the road, but in the eyes of the lord of Qingjue, it turned into a serious ghost.

"Li Lang, today is the last time I will be here, because you will never come back from this road. The county lord of Qingjue shouted into the distance. There was no response. But the wind on the wall brought the shouts of the lord of Qingjue to the sky, and the sky dyed red by the sunset dimmed a little, and a few fluffy clouds fluttered over, as if to soothe the sad voice on the castle tower.

The people gathered at the bottom of the castle tower, begging the county lord not to start thinking of suicide.

There were two black-clothed women standing in the crowd, both in outfit and expression, which were incompatible with the hot people around them, and one of the younger women asked puzzledly: "She is wearing a phoenix crown and xia veil, so strange, isn't this the Tang Dynasty?"

The woman who was called the prince frowned, her eyes full of doubt.

"Prince, why did she kill herself as the lord of the county?" the young woman then asked.

Fu Jun shook his head coldly, looking like he didn't care about himself.

A scholar beside him frowned slightly when he heard this, looked the two women in black up and down, and finally made a gesture, and said, "Looking at the dress of the two below, it must be a foreign country, I don't know where they come from." ”

The young woman returned the salute and replied, "We are from Yongquan City, a far and small place, and Childe may not have heard of it. ”

The scholar sighed and said, "Our Qingjue County Lord originally fell in love with the talented Li Bai, but unfortunately the disparity between the two backgrounds was greatly hindered. Three years ago, the Turks invaded, Lord Li was recommended by the enemy to persuade him to surrender, before leaving the two agreed on a three-year period by the Kunming pool, and the day of the return of Lord Li within three years was the time to marry the county lord. But at noon today, his scholar Li Huan brought the death date of Lord Li back to Chang'an, and the poor county lord ......

Before the scholar finished speaking, there was a commotion in the crowd.

I saw that Qingjue County advocated opening his arms, as if he was about to jump down from the towering tower.