"Last year, in this door today, the peach blossoms on the human face were red.

The face of the person does not know where to go, and the peach blossoms are still smiling in the spring breeze."

Zheng Guo Cold Palace, Taiye Spring Pool.

More than 400 years ago, King Huan of Zhou led an army to attack Zheng State, and Duke Zheng Zhuang led his troops to fight in Yu.

This war discredited Zhou Tianzi, and also achieved the reputation of the overlord of Zheng Zhuanggong's generation. The history says: "The Battle of the Tsukazu".

Zheng Zhuanggong reigned for forty-three years, and during his reign,

Politically, he calmed down the chaotic situation at home and abroad;

Economically, he emphasized agriculture and rejuvenated commerce, actively developed the commodity economy, and continuously enhanced the country's economic strength;

Diplomatically, he used external forces to remove obstacles in the way of Zheng Guo's advancement, and finally made Zheng Guo "small tyrant" to the princes.

This former cold palace records the magnificent life of a generation of kings, and it was once extremely brilliant.

Dingdang jade, gold nuggets and beads, discarded and thrown.

Yingying Yanyan laughed and laughed, and the good ministers and famous generals came and went endlessly.

Sigh the vicissitudes of the sea, the waves are fleeting.

Time is like a bloody sword, which not only took away the life of the peerless overlord, but also quietly erased the traces of the entire Zheng Kingdom.

Only this cold palace that has gone through wind, frost, rain and snow still stands silently.

The decaying and erosive beams and pillars unabashedly show the encroachment of the years on it, and the still water flowing deep lake silently tells the past that cannot be kept.

But all this has nothing to do with Princess Honglian, she doesn't care about the name of the Spring and Autumn Five Tyrants, and she also abandons the beautiful scenery in front of her.

She is just a rough and delicate little girl, and the most important thing she cares about on weekdays is whether her father can go to the old witch of Pearl a few times less, and whether he can accompany her more.

and the ninth brother who doted on her the most.

I don't know if he can study well in the land of Qilu? Do you eat on time?

Do you remember her request to drink less and not to listen to music?

I heard that Qi is near the sea, and the treasures are beautiful, I wonder if Brother Jiu will bring her some beautiful jewelry when he comes back?

Today's red lotus is dressed in a pink splendid neon dress and narcissus skirt, stepping on the moire lotus silk golden step, wearing a crown on her head, wearing a jade ring in her ears, and a little cinnabar mole on her forehead to make her complexion white and tender.

The eyebrows are frowning, the nose is high, and the big eyes are like a pool of spring water, and they are like the beautiful and warm jade of Lantian.

Only the small mouth that is pursed high spoils the beauty of the whole face.

She was originally a lovely person like a fairy concubine with snowy skin, but when she was angry, she added a coquettish temperament.

The red lotus crossed her waist with one hand, supported the peach tree with the other, lowered her head, and kicked her front foot again and again, as if she wanted to kick the grass and stones on the ground to smash.

Her eyes were misty, and her pursed little mouth muttered aggrievedly:

"Dead little ghost, stinky pig's head, run away without saying a word, so my aunt and grandmother don't worry about you."

He twisted his waist and turned around, clenched his fists, and crunched his silver teeth:

"Dead little ghost, stinky pig's head, my aunt and grandmother will beat your ass into eight pieces when she catches you."

Suddenly, she remembered something again, and couldn't help blushing slightly.

In the middle of the night, the red lotus moved the lotus step lightly, sat on the reef by the lake, and a pair of round and slender jade legs stretched out obliquely. She took off her shoes and let the lake flood her white and delicate little feet.

The jade man's expression was far away, and his consciousness was in a trance, flowing into the distance with the flowing water.

"Stinky little ghost, you must protect yourself."

The warm breeze of late spring is like a lover's soft palm, gently brushing the girl's beautiful face.

The spring breeze swept the flowers and blew across the lake, blowing into the distance, leaving behind a fragrant fragrance.

…………

The border is deep valley, still water and cold pools.

The two figures stood side by side, speechless.

When there is a crescent moon in the sky, it is bright and clear. The sky is full of clear clouds, like smoke and fog, and the mist is as light as silk under the moonlight.

The clouds and water are connected, the water and the sky are connected, and between the moonlight and the water, the two tall and handsome figures are the third stunning color.

"Do you see that peach tree at the top of the mountain? Let's see, which of us gets to the top of the tree first," Bai Feng said softly.

He took the first step, turning into an afterimage and swept towards the top of the mountain, and the ink crow also followed closely, one black and one white, staggered forward, setting off the shadows of the trees and flying sideways among the mountains and forests.

This is their favorite game.

A moment later, a white and a black man landed on the branches of the top of the mountain one after another, and their breathing was a little short.

"Looks like I won," Bai Feng said with a chuckle.

The crow straightened up, a little surprise flashing in his eyes.

He said: "You have made great progress, it seems that my master is not qualified at all."

The two stood side by side, their figures blending into heaven and earth. The moonlight, the scenery, the lakes and mountains, the handsome and beautiful young people, the flow of light and shadow, the birds and birds screaming, the world is like a perfect and huge picture.

"There are more than 200 little ghosts in that training camp, do you know why I chose you to be my apprentice?" The crow spoke slowly, his voice clear.

"Well......, isn't it, I'm the best-looking"? Bai Feng looked strange, and his eyebrows and eyes frowned.

"Or do you have eyes like a torch and you can see at a glance that I am talented and a genius"?

Frankly speaking, watching anime in his previous life, Bai Feng was very surprised by the relationship between the two. It's a bit strange that a man is desperately trying to protect another man.

As a bystander, he can look at the human base with rotten eyes, but if the person in the story becomes himself, the story is not so beautiful.

Mo Crow raised his hand and slapped Bai Feng on the back of the head.

"Little bastard, what's going on in your head"?

He clasped his hands on his chest and looked at the mountains and forests in the distance.

"At that time, I observed the expressions of each and every one of you, numbness, fear, fear, resentment, cowardice, ......."

After a pause, he spoke again: "You are the only one, with a glint and longing in your eyes, that desire to take control of your own destiny."

"You are like me", the ink crow raised his hand and stretched out to the sky, "I used to be like you, desperately struggling, eager to control my own destiny, but unfortunately the night is like a huge net, tightly wrapped in my life, and I can't escape."

"Oh? Is it the night that binds you? Isn't it reluctant to parrot sister"?

Bai Feng took a step forward, patted Mo Crow's shoulder with his left hand, and said in a mocking tone.

Parrot Song is the other leader of the birds, and the only female leader.

She is beautiful, charming and amorous, has a hot body, and is a beautiful snake with a graceful demeanor.

Of course, such a beauty can be safe and sound at night without being coveted by Ji Wuye's old pervert, but it is not because of Ji Wuye's conscience, but because of her identity - Ji Wuye's niece.

In this day and age, the bondage of blood is one of the most powerful forces in the world. From clan relatives to princely kingdoms, people form one unbreakable interest group after another with the help of blood.

Mo Crow and Parrot Song grew up together and became the leader of the Bird Killer together, and the two fell in love with each other and had a deep love.

If the ink crow is a kite yearning for freedom, the parrot song is the line that holds the kite, and no matter how far the kite flies, it can't leave its owner.

Mo Crow looked awkward, waved his hand again and again, and said with a shy face: "Little ghost, I'm talking to you about business."

Bai Feng chuckled and said, "So Brother Mocrow pinned his yearning for freedom on me, you look forward to me growing up and giving me the strength to stretch my wings, but you are afraid in your heart, afraid that I will fly too high and lose my way, and afraid that I will fall too badly and my head will bleed"?

Mo Crow Zheng stared at Bai Feng, his dark eyes flashed with a hint of relief,

"Little Baifeng, it seems that you have really grown up."

He groaned slightly, and gently rubbed it on the white crested head like a cat: "You are right, South Korea is too small, the world is too big, you should soar in the sky, watch the sun rise and the moon set, and the mountains and rivers turn, instead of being trapped in a corner and being a killer who can't see the light for the rest of your life."

Bai Feng raised his hand to open the right hand of the ink crow, and asked in a condensed voice:

"What about you? Have you ever thought about yourself? Have you ever wondered what the consequences of my departure will be for you?"