Author: Liang Feng
Chapter 1: Preface.
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The story begins at the end. ...
On the seventh day of July, under the moon pavilion, where they once had endless joy, only a piece of blood and a vicissitudes of life poem were left:
Its beautiful moment should continue,
But blood spilled on the moon pavilion.
Peach blossoms fly all over the sky!
Next month, the pavilion will be heartless.
The amorous feelings of the past, but now have fallen leaves and withered, that black blood, faint call! Be sarcastic! Show anger! Show sadness! The situation changed suddenly, and the picture returned to the day when the story happened. ...
The morning dew is gradually condensing, and the sky is just full of white belly, but it does not affect the stunning of the falling moon pavilion. Peach blossoms reflect the red moon, and a white dress wins the sky. "You go." Its moments of beauty calmly said to the woman behind it. This woman's name is Red Moon. She met Chen Liang five years ago. The beautiful scenery at that time was the invincible hero of the first regiment of Liang Fengguo, the commander of the spike army. The first time I saw Red Crescent, Red Crescent was seriously injured and was in a coma in a peach tree forest. Later, Red Crescent said that she was hunted by her enemies, thinking that she could not live any longer. She likes peach blossoms. Chen Liang planted a peach tree forest and built a pavilion named Luoyue Pavilion. ...
"You let me go? Where else can I go? Are you so cruel to leave me alone? " I have to say that the red crescent is really beautiful, and her thin cheeks and facial features are impeccable. Its moments of beauty shook her shoulders lightly, then sighed and continued to be silent. Red Crescent took a step forward, looked at the man in front of her with some complicated eyes, and then said, "Chen Liang, let's go to a place where there is no one, just you and me, and we can live happily for a lifetime, okay?" If there is another person standing in front of the Red Crescent, he will definitely hug her and promise her. But its moments of beauty, perhaps only he knows how hypocritical this woman is. ...
At the age of 25, he was still so clever, as if the whole world could only make him bow, and only the red moon, the strange and silly little girl, could make him feel happy and sad. Suddenly one day, his lieutenant told him, "We learned from the enemy prisoners that their great Zhao sent an undercover two years ago. That's an unknown woman, only knowing that she is the peach blossom saint of Baihua Palace, General? Red ... "Its moments of beauty interrupted him, told him to step down and smiled to himself.
Its lucky moment seems to stay at the age of 26. On the 27th birthday, the first battle was defeated, and 50,000 spike troops were wiped out. Only 50 people came back. To his despair, the Red Crescent disappeared. He returned to the Moon Pavilion and didn't leave until he saw Red Crescent again. Red crescent was injured, and it was a serious injury. Chen Liang takes care of her and heals her every day. He knew that the Red Crescent had done the defeat, but he didn't want to give up. He wanted to give himself a chance and Red Crescent a chance, but it backfired. He came to his senses when he knew that those cakes full of love were poison. ...
Chen Liang turned around, looked at Red Crescent and smiled sarcastically: "They won't let you go until I die, right?" Red Crescent paused for a moment and immediately regained her composure. She seemed very excited and said, "That's not true! They told me to kill you, but that was in the past! I can't live without you! I ... "Chen Liang interrupted her:" If I lose my eyes, will you take my hand and walk with me? " Red Crescent's answer is firm: "Yes!" Chen Liang sighed again, suddenly clenched his fist in his palm and inserted two fingers into his eyes without hesitation ... "Ah!" Don't call it a temporary beauty, the face of the red moon is uncertain. She didn't expect that moment to really ruin her eyes. She has a lot of ideas and wants to leave secretly. She was afraid, afraid to see this crazy person, and felt that she should comfort him. More is to kill him, kill him, and she can finish the task by herself. She can't stand those temptations. She took out her dagger and walked step by step to the man who sheltered her from the wind and rain ... "Do you know why I ... have the courage to gouge out my eyes?" Because ... it made a mistake! I want to make up for it ... it seems ... you didn't give it a chance. " The dagger has been inserted into his chest, and the dagger quickly turns red, and the hand that once held its moments of beauty ... The sky has become deep, and the sunshine exposed to the sky seems to be no longer warm, and the peach blossoms all over the sky seem to be roaring and angry! Heartbroken moment ... At this moment, there seems to be no words or actions to express his sadness, his locked brow is shaking, he looks up and laughs, and the madness of this life seems to be concentrated in this moment! "Ha ha ha! Ha ha ha ha! This knife has lost many feelings! Flowers all over the sky, blood falling on the moon, offering sacrifices to heaven! People are drunk and the world is free from now on! " Red crescent stood in situ, looking at the empty front, and the dagger in her hand disappeared with its moments of beauty. Only the sky is thundering, which proves that the picture before her is not calm. She was puzzled but helpless, only praying that it would fall in a corner in an instant, and she was even more afraid of some regrets ... Lightning and thunder, I don't know when a poem appeared on the stone pillar, an ancient poem with vicissitudes of life:
Its beautiful moment should continue,
But blood spilled on the moon pavilion.
Peach blossoms fly all over the sky!
Next month, the pavilion will be heartless.
Black blood seems to bring it back to life! As if staring at everything coldly. The peach blossom forest is rapidly withering, and the moon pavilion at this time has also become dilapidated. The romantic story is finally over. Where did its moment go? Listen to the next decomposition. ...
(To be continued)