The sun shines on half of her face, showing her morbid and unreal beauty.

She was too weak to be blown by the wind, so she lowered the curtain.

at the same time.

A piece of silver was placed on the wine table, and the young man left with a jar of sweet-scented osmanthus wine and galloped along the Luoyang Road. The wind blew up the hem of his clothes and hunted wildly.

Watching, clapping hands, laughing, being arrogant, what's wrong with being arrogant, what's wrong with being crazy?

The horse's hooves rose high and then fell, stepping on the Luoyang Road, splashing dust all over the ground.

Dressed in black, a sword, and a jar of wine.

Act chivalrously and do justice with no regrets.

On the day Su Qingan left Luoyang, it was a beautiful day and a joy to behold.

The boy on horseback and the princess's phoenix passed by each other on the long street, running in opposite directions, getting farther and farther away, and now they didn't know each other.

"Princess Zhaoyi."

In the distance, the young man looked back at his horse, his eyes were cold and chivalrous, his youthful spirit was so arrogant that it was as high as the sky.

Those pure black wolf eyes reflected the ten-mile bustling Luoyang Street and Princess Luanjia.

Cen Zhou didn't care enough to look back. He looked strange and distant. He lowered his head and saw the beggar who looked up timidly: "Brother, can you buy me a bun?"

The young man turned around on horseback, threw him a few taels of silver, and said in a low voice: "Go and buy it."

He was born free, grew up in the world, and loves fearlessly.

"Princess Zhaoyi." The maid next to her called, "The wind is strong. Princess, please don't catch a cold."

Su Qing'an squinted her eyes slightly and responded. She looked away lazily and closed her eyes to rest.

One person is heading towards the road of imperial power and wealth, and the other is heading towards high mountains and far away places.

Mountain birds and fish are on different paths, so why should they have known each other before.

At this time, they still don't know that their fate will be connected in the early spring of the 32nd year of Yonglin. They will miss each other like fate and meet again destined to meet again.

In the long years to come, no one should bow their heads.

…

Autumn of the forty-fifth year of Yonglin.

At the border, yellow sand fills the sky, and a sword of frost cuts through the vast mountains and rivers.

I and the general took off their war robes and slept together for a hundred generations.

…

Later.

In the king's high hall, knights travel in the rivers and lakes.

Winter snow cannot replace white heads. From now on, mountains and rivers will eventually meet again.
Chapter completed!