The West City of Chang'an, which is close to the closure of the market, staged the final hustle and bustle, the costumed Hu female singers danced the Hu Xuan dance in the sound of drums, their dancing posture was sometimes like snowflakes fluttering in the air, sometimes like fluffy grass flying in the wind, and the speeding wheels were even faster, like a whirlwind, so fast that the surrounding audience could not see the faces and backs of the dancers.

On the tower of the Golden Light Gate in the twilight, grief had already invaded the bone marrow of the county lord of Qingjue, and she seemed to be crying out hoarsely, but unfortunately her voice was quickly swallowed up by the sea of celebration in the city, and no one heard her.

Finally, she resolutely opened her arms and jumped down to the sound of the drums......

At the moment when Qing Jue's body was about to fall to the ground, the people all closed their eyes, and they didn't want to witness the death of the county lord. The woman in black who was called the prince stepped forward, her fingers flicked, and a gyroscope-like object quickly rotated on her fingertips, time seemed to stand still, and everyone was frozen and unable to move. She walked to the county lord's side and found that there was a crystal clear teardrop in the corner of the county lord Qingjue's eye, which was her last tear. The woman crouched down and touched the teardrop with her hand, and the tear instantly froze and fell into her hand like a pearl.

The young woman in black choked up and walked over, "Lady of the Mansion, why don't we save her?"

Yu Dan quietly put away the teardrop, and couldn't help sighing: "Those who live for love will die for love after all...... Let's go, we have to meet with Asakami before dark. ”

The still world came back to life, the people came back to their senses and knelt in front of the county lord's corpse, and the tattered man in white who passed by the peach forest stepped into the city gate in the dust, dragging his crumbling body and stepping on the cries one after another to the county lord, he looked like a lonely ghost who had lost his soul.

"He is Li Bai, Lord Li. The readers recognized him.

Suddenly, a gossip voice rang out in the crowd, "Oh my God, he's not dead...... Why didn't he come sooner!"

Li Bai hugged Qing Jue in a pool of blood tightly into his arms. Qing Jue's head was soaked in warm blood, her bright eyes were tightly closed, but they would never open again, and the corners of her mouth kept oozing thick blood beads, but she would never speak again.

Li Bai was shocked and sad, and a mouthful of blood gushed out.

After a long time, the moonlight like water gently soothes Chang'an City at night, this fierce city like a giant beast finally returned to calm, whether it is the common people or the dignitaries in the city, they all fell asleep one after another after the busy begging coincidence, and even the Pingkangfang where the Qinglou gathered was also quiet.

In the long silent night, suddenly there was a weeping chant that was like a cry, and the soft and gentle song was like the snort of the city's sleep:

Morning glory out of the west of the river, the weaver girl is in the east.

Eternal looking at each other, who sees the same Qixi Festival.

The sad tail note was thrown into the Kunming Pool intermittently, and the undisturbed lake did not move, allowing the stars to rush into his arms. Until a meteor passed by, scratching a blinding scar on the secluded surface of the lake, and the dark shore of the lake suddenly ignited a flame, followed by a second, a third...... In a matter of moments, countless Kong Ming lanterns lit up on the shore, illuminating the long embankment as bright as day.

After Li Bai finished singing, he stood up tremblingly from the body of the county lord of Qingjue, pulled out the sword at his waist and wiped it on his neck.