The curtain slowly opened, a bright but not dazzling light lit up one side of the stage, Qiao Er in a dress, quiet and solemn, "White Flower Love Poem" officially began.

"It was the year 1100 of the Qiyao calendar, and 100 years ago in Liebel, the aristocracy still existed." The voice is clear, the tone is elegant, and the emotional narration and soothing music bring everyone back to that era of drastic change.

"The brilliance of the street is the soul of man shining...... "The street at midnight, the pure white princess, Cecilia, is unrelenting, poignant, and tangled. The amber eyes are still talking, and the delicate face is moving.

The unorthodox ascending and descending tunes tug at the heartstrings with the striking of the black and white keys, and the alternation of light and dark highlights the helplessness of the princess who is about to be swallowed up by a huge wave. Red face, bitter life.

Beethoven's "Moonlight" flows slowly from her fingers, and the variations of the scale rise with the princess's high tone, and low with her down. Never so engaged, never so intoxicated, for the first time, Lixia immersed herself in the music, into the stage play, and even traveled through time and space to see the poignant night.

As the curtain closes, the piano music style changes, soft, soothing, a reclining chair, a cup of tea, and the winter sun. Just like the chase in the cardamom childhood years, I remember it vividly. When we are young, we have no sorrows, no worries, no identity, no differences, just because of fate, or inexplicable reasons, we are like brothers.

"Remember, Oscar? When I was a child, I carried half a wooden stick and ran around in this small alley. "The crimson dress, crimson and gorgeous, is the aristocratic rising sun Julius.

Julius ...... How could I have forgotten it. Those carefree and happy days with you and Her Highness Cecilia...... It's an irreplaceable memory of my life. "The pale blue knight's suit, the blue sky and the blue sea, but it is the new star Oscar of the commoners. Red, blue and white, pure and dazzling colors, once resonated harmoniously and composed the most beautiful picture. And now, the picture of harmony is engulfed by the huge storm of the times, and the red and blue gradually disappear into it, chaotic and gray.

And the sound of the piano, which was as clear as spring water, became heavy again, and with the slight tremor of Lixia's white wrist, it hit the hearts of every audience member.

"Wow" subwoofer sounded, dark clouds were thick, this was the prelude to the storm, this was the high tide before the start of the great wave. Yubai's fingers rose and fell, dizzying, and a huge undercurrent under the table was about to surface.

"You should understand, Julius. The civilian population cannot be allowed to grow any further. "As soon as the thunder exploded, the sky and the earth were dark, the haughty face, the expression of contempt for everything, the Duke of Rado, the leader of the aristocratic faction, the cold and merciless words cast a heavier gray shadow over Julius's already gloomy mood.

"With all due respect, Father...... The rise of civilian forces is probably also an inevitable trend of the times. "Courage, the red knight finally faced the reality and showed his heart, but it was useless, the tyranny and arrogance that went deep into the bone marrow even if it was treason and collaboration with the enemy, it was necessary to keep the glory of nothingness. They have long ceased to be aristocrats, and have long since abandoned their true pride and duty, leaving only ugly faces and hearts.

"Oscar. I have high expectations for you, and as long as you have the support of the royal family, then we will definitely overwhelm the aristocratic faction. In this way, we civilians will be able to take the lead. The dark clouds were surging, covering the sky and the sun, his face was full of pride, and his tone was confident, but he was no longer the pioneer of freedom, the representative of the people, and he only had the power that was about to come in his eyes.

"But the Speaker...... Please forgive me for not being able to accept it. I cannot take advantage of the pure belief of Her Royal Highness Cecilia ......" for such a political purpose, and the blue knight is like a petrel, even if the wind is fierce and the rain is heavy, it will not flinch. However, when the person imprisoned in the sea of clouds becomes a beloved princess, Haiyan, who fights freely, will also break her wings. Representatives of civilians? Pioneers of Freedom? I, what is the difference between you and the aristocracy when you are nothing but careerists driven by power and profit!

The low trills, the heavy notes, the dark tunes, slowly intertwined, sublimated, and Lixia, who was completely immersed in the music, had a solemn expression, because the wind, the waves, the thunder, the violent storm were coming.

"Bell!" The music that had been suppressed for two acts suddenly remembered a high note, the flat ground thundered, deafening, and the first drop of rain finally fell and hit Oscar's face, as if he didn't realize it. Righteousness and feelings, revolution and princesses, contradictions, collisions.

A flash of cold light, rain, alleys, drunkards, knights, daggers, assassinations. The narcotic gradually spreads, the chaotic thoughts become more and more chaotic, the vigorous skills cannot be used, the piercing laughter of the assassin, the fire in the knight's eyes, the violent collision, the end of the fifth act.

The movement finally turns to the passion, with sharp contrasts, high and low rotations, rising and falling. The wind rises, the thunder roars, the rain pours, the tide rises, the waves roll, and the whirlpools appear.

"Me and Oscar...... Allow us to duel as the Captain of the Knights of the Guards and the Young Warrior General, and hope for the victor...... I have the privilege of being the princess's husband. With a solemn expression and a firm tone, Julius made up his mind. When the interruption continues, it is the chaos that endures, and the three people who continue to be entangled and suffer are so quick to cut through the chaos.

“！！！” The white princess is getting paler and paler, do childhood sweethearts want to face each other with swords after all, how cruel is this. Personal feelings, the fate of the country, the young princess, overwhelmed, father, if you are here, how should you decide? Why, why, why fate is so unfair! Goddess, if you are truly merciful, please save us.

The clouds fell, the rain stopped, the sky was bright again, and the sound of the piano gradually calmed down, but the hearts of all the audience were still heavy, like a boulder pressing on their chests. The brighter the light, the darker the shadow behind it, helpless, and desolate.

"In the whirlpool of struggle between the aristocratic forces and the commoners, the two knights, who were once close, finally stepped onto the stage of a duel. The princess, who realized their determination, could only face it silently, and finally the day of the duel came...... "All the sounds were silent, only Jo'er's narration was not in a hurry, and the hearts of all the audience gradually tightened with her voice and the bright lights."

"Draw your sword! For each other's responsibilities! For the sake of you and my beloved princess! The red knight's sword light is clear, pointing ahead, at this moment, he is the head of the Knights of the Guards, like the sun.

"Before the storm in the name of the revolution swallows it all, decide your fate with the sword in your hand!" The blue knight's blade is like frost and snow, solemn and quiet, at this time, he is a young warrior who has experienced bloody battles, and he is full of brilliance.

The Ninth Symphony in D minor suddenly sounds, grim and powerful, shocking and tragic, low and depressing, little by little, slowly intensifying, this is a fateful duel.

The bodies are staggered, dazzling, the blades are clashing, and sparks are splashing. The crimson figure sword is like the sun, the blue figure sword is like a shower, you come and go, you advance and I retreat, dazzling. The two swords clashed again, and the gold and iron resonated, and each retreated.

The fierce battle slowed down a little, Oscar's brows furrowed, his wrists trembled, and the pain of that moment was captured by Julius, who understood everything, despicable, despicable, and angry.

"In the future life, the princess's smile, and the future of the kingdom, the victor will have to bear all the responsibilities." Feeling the thoughts of his wounded friend through the blade, the red knight raised his sword again and rushed forward.

"And the loser will turn into a soul to guard all this, and no matter what the victory or defeat, they will be the pride of the knight." Seeing the fiery eyes of the opponent, the blue fierce general had no regrets, raised his hand, and assaulted.

The white shadow flashed, the blood flowers flew away, and the pure white princess, delicate and weak, but she did not hesitate, and her life withered. The piano sound that originally stepped into the ** stopped abruptly, silent, dead silence, the audience, dead silence.

Princess Cecilia, like her title, has a pure soul, loves the land until death, and believes in the two knights of her childhood sweetheart. The treasure is gone, and the audience is full of sorrow.

An ethereal female voice came, penetrating into the soul, light, holy, immaculate, dazzling but not dazzling, goddess, descending. The sound of the piano rises again, the goddess of joy, holy and beautiful, the brilliant light shines on the earth, it is the music of God, it is the aria of the musician who chokes the throat of fate, it is the "Ode to Joy" that amazes the world.

Divine grace, holy light shines, the white princess, Liber's treasure, has finally been retaken from the hands of death, and the withered flowers bloom again, and all the ugliness before her is gone, and all the filth is swept away.

The nobles and commoners hugged each other and wept, the duke shook hands with the speaker, and Red and Blue may have made a pact to fight again after they had recovered from their injuries.

Cecilia had a beautiful smile and the sky was shining! Witness it to the goddess of the sky! May the beauty of today last forever! May Liber always be in peace! May Liber prosper forever!

At the end of the song, the curtain ends, the whole audience is thunderous, enduring, at the door, a wisp of silver swept by, and the soft arc of the corners of the mouth can be vaguely discerned.