309 The Rise and Fall of the Royal City (Thirty-Eight Chapters)
A beautiful woman sheds tears, like a tearful gaze asking the flowers, but the flowers remain silent, as fallen petals drift past the swing. The morning breeze dries the tears, leaving only traces; she longs to write down her thoughts, speaking alone by the railing. She cannot let down the person before her.
With a gentle grasp, she said, "Only with you do I know the meaning of life; only with you do I have the meaning of my life." This thought, which had been in her heart for so long, finally came out: the meaning of her existence is to protect and bring peace.
A chivalrous spirit has been nowhere to be found for a thousand years; crimson leaves and blood stain the autumn wind. Leaning against the railing, I listen to the wind and rain, calmly observing the path of the martial world.
The night air is filled with a chilly fragrance; is it you? Life is short and unpredictable. I lie by the ancient Buddha's side under the dim lamp, my beloved is right beside me; why seek Feng Tang?
If you meet a swordsman on the road, you must present your sword; if you are not a poet, do not discuss poetry. How many times can one live in a lifetime? Life is fleeting, like a flash of lightning. Human life between heaven and earth is like a traveler on a long journey.
Now is the time to seize the moment, for when the flowers are in full bloom, we must not wait until they are gone and we have nothing left to break. This moment is for the present moment, for we must not wait until it is too late to reminisce.
Enough, enough, enough, let it all stop, let the heart find peace, and cherish only the people in front of you!
A gentle embrace, a soft bow of the head, and then that long, suffocating kiss!
With a clear mind, all worries and anxieties, and even the slightest unhappiness, vanished with the wind. Only a gentle smile remained, her face flushed, a hint of shyness in her eyes, which shone with a soft light, flowing like water, carrying deep love and joy.
After a short while, both of them withdrew from the cup, sweet honey still lingering on their lips. The lingering taste continued for a long time. Yun Su, standing to the side, smiled with her head bowed, her lips slightly parted, her eyes sparkling with tenderness.
The beautiful woman whispered shyly in his ear, "My love, there are still people laughing at me. I want to see too." She hugged him tightly and shook him.
Yun Su, poised and graceful, lightly touched her toes, and the scene repeated itself once more. She smiled proudly, her charm boundless, her beauty captivating. She radiated dazzling brilliance, illuminating her lover's world.
All worries, troubles, and confusion vanished like an autumn breeze, blown away completely!
The beautiful woman's smile before me is like the warm winter sun, warming my heart; like the abundant and sweet fruit of autumn. It's intoxicating; the most moving moment, the most beautiful scenery in the world, is right before my eyes.
For this moment alone, a smile that could launch a thousand ships, a captivating charm that could enchant, a beauty as lovely as a flower, a grace as pure as jade. From this day forward, why strive for worldly glory? A thousand miles of wind, ten thousand miles of rain, no matter the peaks of the martial world, nothing can stir a simple heart, only the simple desire to protect its beloved.
Because I don't want to be too careless, I don't want the winds and frost to obliterate my former glory. I don't want to see the deep purple robes of yesteryear, nor do I want the storms to wash away my former splendor, leaving behind only the faded beauty of my youthful days.
I once imagined a scene of orioles singing amidst green and red, rice blossoms exuding fragrance as we spoke of a bountiful year, and the chorus of frogs filling the air, with plums turning golden and apricots ripening!
I've also imagined a scene under the sun, with a glass of wine, a book, and a wisp of cloud. In the fields, golden rice sways in the breeze, and in the mountain stream, clear springs flow over the rocks, accompanied by the melodious songs of birds.
Smoke rises gently from chimneys, swallows build their nests under the eaves, windmills turn, the fragrance of rice fills the air, cattle and sheep graze on the hillsides, and fish swim in the water—a peaceful and idyllic scene in the countryside.
Unfortunately, these are the freedoms and rights of a few, not many freedoms or things that can be achieved.
The farmer of any dynasty, however simple, had only a desire for a full stomach and peaceful sleep. He filled his belly with coarse tea and plain rice, and bought rice from a broken wall because he had no fields. He snored into dreams at night, and the rooster crowed in the fields at dawn. He didn't seek luxurious food in this life, only the necessities of firewood and rice; he only wished for a life as still as water, free from disaster, misfortune, and hardship.
He worked at sunrise and rested at sunset, gathering firewood in the mountains and fishing by the water. Every day he carried a load of firewood and a basket of fish, and bought wine in the market. He was so happy that he didn't miss home.
The simplest needs are often unattainable. The sages' words of benevolence, righteousness, and great virtue are nothing more than a cold laugh. The candlelight reflecting the sword is equally chilling. One should never punish sinners, even if one has to crawl through a dog hole to survive. Ghosts and monsters never reason with you.
To live like cattle and horses, to die without peace—the affairs of this place are utterly chaotic. A knife is not a knife, a sword is not a sword; knives and swords have never been about right or wrong. The cold blades listen silently, merely the will of the strong.
That's enough, that's enough. Just protect the peace and tranquility of those around you.
How can I protect her? I gently caress her, my heart never forgetting her. The journey to the royal city is imperative.
If we don't terrify the masses, how can we deter petty villains? Their schemes and plots are no match for these old monsters who have lived for countless years.
It's better to cut off one finger than to injure all ten. As far as I am concerned, when the blade passes, there is no distinction between high and low, only between life and death.
Their flickering lights and enigmatic tricks are deceptive; if one desires to live freely, how can one withstand a single blow? Those who dare to provoke me, once killed, will naturally find peace.
Along the way, I have offended many forces, but if I hadn't offended them, how could I have easily obtained all this great legacy and lasting fame without getting my hands dirty with blood?
In this border region, I would probably have died long ago from the sacrifices of evil spirits. Where could I hide, where could I eke out a living? There was nowhere to hide, nowhere to conceal myself.
The mistake was that I wasn't born into a wealthy, immortal family with the protection of my clan. Otherwise, I might have been able to achieve great success and become invincible when I went out. What a pity!
Speaking of Jiu Chen, with a wave of his sleeve, the winds and clouds have vanished; following his leisurely mood, he stands with his hands behind his back, settling the world in his hands, for time waits for no one. But my fate is to defy the heavens and earth, unable to stop, finding no respite!
Time seemed to stand still, gently, quietly, tightly, as I felt an unparalleled tenderness and warmth. I thought, if only every day could be this peaceful.
With a firm resolve, he thought, 'After the fall of the capital, I need a period of rest and recuperation. Let the people of the world handle this vast realm. I hope no one will disturb me, nor will I disturb others. Let things be quiet, and may peace prevail.'
With a calm and somber expression, he said softly, "This place was originally Shijia Village. Such a disaster! After the fire, I will bury their remains together, as a form of revenge. I hope the south wind understands my intention and delivers this message to them, far away."
The beauty in his arms remained silent, nodding gently. A trace of sadness slipped through his fingers. He felt reluctant, yet also somewhat used to it. Then he was gently embraced. A breeze blew by, carrying a soft, fragrant scent that was as sweet as jade. He was intoxicated by the fragrance and quickly arrived at Han Linling's side!
As the saying goes, in the mundane world, what is there to seek? For ordinary people, it is nothing more than a hundred miles of land, listening to stories in a tavern, or at most, traversing thousands of mountains, yet remaining unknown to all. The east wind awakens the dreams of heroes, but in the end, they return to slumber, a mound of yellow earth.
Looking at the two people before me, seemingly frozen in ice, their faces glistening with sweat, yet burning with intense heat, their complexions rosy and delicate, their allure captivating and pitiful—truly, even the peach blossom could not capture their gentle beauty, and the peony could not match their graceful charm.
Delicate face and cloud-like hair, the allure of a fox spirit
At this moment, she exudes a unique charm, unrestrained and unconcealed. Sweat soaks her skin, her hair cascades down her shoulders like a waterfall, adorned with a few glistening dewdrops. Her lips are rosy and alluring, like morning dew or night dew, clear and lovely.
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