Dust to dust, soil to soil, under the moon in Chang'an, on the peony flower.

Dust to dust, soil to earth, south of the south, the years are boundless.

The buildings are empty, and there are several green hills.

Rouge from people, a few flower residues.

When the flowers are buried, the scarlet smoke rises, and the spring color is dyed.

Where the eyes are condensed, the flowers are hard, and the streamer is easy to break.

"Scarlet Smoke" rained sparsely for a few days, but the whole city was not silent. Pedestrians on the road, holding an umbrella made of oil-paper paste, rushed in one direction with a bit of hustle and bustle. That is the Dragon King Temple in the west of the city.

Although the rain at this time is very fine, it seems to be too dense for the crowd gathered outside the pavilion. Through the rain, it is not difficult to find that most people's faces are full of sympathy and regret. There are also a small number of people with fanatical expressions on their faces, and even worse, they kneel directly to worship.

There is a girl standing on the steps in the middle of the Dragon King Temple, only to see her wearing a white gauze dress, wrapped in a pale pink dress, revealing a beautiful neck and clearly visible collarbone, the pleats of the skirt are like snow and moonlight, flowing lightly on the ground, more than three feet long, making the gait more graceful and soft, three thousand green silk tied up with a hairband, a butterfly hairpin on the head, a wisp of green silk hanging on the chest, clear and bright pupils, curved willow eyebrows, long eyelashes trembling slightly, fair and flawless skin revealing a faint red powder, thin lips like rose petals delicate and dripping.

But there was a well in front of the girl, and there was a circle of Taoist priests sitting next to the well, and they were closing their eyes and reciting sutras. The girl looked around at the crowd of onlookers with an indifferent expression, and then looked at the Taoist priests in front of her who were pretending to chant scriptures, and a miserable sneer floated at the corner of her mouth.

This girl's name is Mu Yunxi, and she is the daughter of the county magistrate of Qingyuan County. Because his father was framed by the villain, he was sentenced to be beheaded. And Mu Yunxi, who was a criminal official, was also sentenced to be an official prostitute in the teaching office.

Because he was born in the first place of books, read poetry and books, and was pampered since he was a child, Mu Yunxi couldn't bear such a shame at all, and he couldn't resist death. It coincided with the drought in Lin'an for several days, and suddenly it miraculously rained for several days. The prefect of Lin'an felt the gift of the dragon king, so he decided to sacrifice to the dragon king.

Originally, the sacrifice was to be selected from the prisoners on death row. But because Mu Yunxi has been looking for death and life, the priest who has been exhausted of patience simply pushed her out to replace the death row prisoner to sacrifice to the Dragon King.

With a "bang", the bell of the Dragon King Temple was struck. The eldest of the several Taoist priests sitting around the deep well stood up, waved the dust whisk in his hand, and shouted: "When the hour comes, the sacrifice begins!" ”

The crowd of onlookers outside ignored the mud on the ground, and put down their oil-paper umbrellas and knelt down. At this time, a young woman suddenly rushed out of the rain and shouted, "Xiaoxi, don't!" But as soon as she rushed to the gate of the Dragon King Temple, she was stopped by the officers and soldiers guarding the door.

I saw that this woman was wearing a blue emerald smoke shirt and a pleated skirt with scattered flowers, water mist and green grass, wearing a light blue emerald water thin smoke veil, her shoulders were shaved into a waist, and her skin was like a condensed fat and her breath was like a blue orchid. At this moment, with tears in her eyes, she held the scabbard used by the officers and soldiers to block, and looked at Mu Yunxi in front of the well intently.

Mu Yunxi looked at the woman, the indifference on her face suddenly dissipated, replaced with a warm smile, looked at the woman and said, "Sister Juan! Take care! After saying that, he jumped down from the deep well in front of him. There was a sudden noise from the crowd kneeling and praying, and the woman who was called Sister Juan by Mu Yunxi rolled her eyes and passed out......