The northern geese have already flown south, the official road outside Chang'an is overgrown with weeds, and the moon is like the beginning. The wind rises the crimson sideburns of the fiery horse. At this moment, the red rabbit horse no longer has the brashness of the past. She looked up at the moon, her face in the chaotic world of war has a little bright and helpless. A red sable cloak could not hide her unassuming beauty.
Lv Bu was defeated in Xiapi, the walls of the White Gate Tower were red from the flames of war, like a burning city of fire, the whole city was on fire, the corpses all over the ground, the skin cut by the steel sword is still bleeding, and melted together and dyed the moonlight red. The burning battle flag was whistling in the wind, Lu Bu's head was hanging on the white gate tower, his long hair in a disheveled mess, the proud and reckless face of the past was now bloodstained, and his head was still dripping blood, splashing and expanding around like a raw peach blossom on the green flagstones under the city wall.
She still seemed to be able to hear the raspy voice calling out for Sablechan as the panicked soldiers and horses fought their way across the torn battlefield.
She turned and smiled like a flower, fading in a flash without tears. A ride of red faces disappeared into the night of battle.
The Jing Ci Nunnery, the sound of the crows on the withered vines encircled the silence of the entire temple.
Through the wooden window, a red candle, candle oil dripping down the ding-shaped bronze candlestick, landed on the porcelain round plate. A thin layer of pale black, odor-laden smoke rose in irregular curls on the breeze that leaked in through the doorway. Her face of falling geese and stunning beauty was seen in the orange flames, without the slightest expression, like a white sheet of paper. The undulating flames flickered in the dark orbs of her eyes under her long lashes. Tiredness began to look in her innocent eyes as she looked up at the moonlight, her eyes burning with a fire like that of childhood.
The old nun turned her face toward Sable, who stood quietly looking up in the moonlight, and asked, What is your name?
She hung her head slightly, a lonely and let everyone including the old nun feel intoxicated smile and said: who am I? Can't remember, they call me Sable Cicada.
The old nun gave a long sigh and said: In this chaotic world where lords rise up, a name is just a code name.
Sable Cicada in the hall in the yellow worship cushion kneeling down, facing the Buddha statue in the middle of the hall, said: 15 years old when I was elected to the palace, that year I left my hometown and county, in charge of the sable cicada crowns worn by courtiers, so the name of Sable Cicada. From the moment I left I knew this life could not stay.
A ride on the red face, song and dance pianoforte concubine smile. Diaochan knelt in the center of the great hall. The first strand of hair fluttered in the wind in her eyes and scattered on the ground:
The court at the end of the Han Dynasty was in turmoil.
The peach blossoms bloomed beautifully that year, and the wind danced the peach blossoms all over the sky, and the local peach blossoms bloomed as well as withered in the middle of three years. The vine in full bloom next to the confetti frame surrounds the entire garden, Diaochan to Wang Yun said: I don't want to owe anyone.
The old nun's sharpening knife in her hand had a slight tremor, she said: you have been running away.
She said: In fact, from the very beginning I knew that I was just a tool, and tools never have their own freedom.
Her face was pale, and her memories were like bits of hair in the wind, drifting away with the wind.
The ancient place under the moon looked silent, she was dressed in ermine and red, dancing like silk, her body was beautiful, fine ears and blue ring, walking like the wind swinging willow, when quiet, shy moon tuning flowers. The delicate hand strokes the zither, like a song like snot. In the cold of spring, the shadow of the flowers under the shadow of the shadow of the shadow of the hazy light.
Dong Zhuo picked up the iron cup of the Fang Ding, wrapped his hand around Diaochan's slender waist, and poured the wine into her mouth, which spilled out of Diaochan's mouth and dribbled down Yu Ting's neck and into her clothes. His fingers thrived and glowed with an oily tan as they beat across her crystal clear face: in truth, you are a bitch. You and Lu Bu Feng Yi Pavilion adultery when I do not know?
Diaochan drooped and held a silk scarf to test her tears. Dong Zhuo took Diaochan into his arms and wiped away her tears with his thick fingers, saying, I own the whole Jiangshan, I can give you everything.
She looked up and wiped her tears and said, What I want you can never give.
Dong Zhuo smashed the wine glass in his hand and said angrily: What do you want then? Want to leave? You are my woman, and you are only a woman. And the only thing a woman can do is unconditional and absolute obedience.
He raised his hand, no words needed, already absolute obedience, the light soldiers on both sides turned and carefully retreated. As soon as Dong Zhuo tore Diaochan's clothes, Diaochan's chest vaguely revealed the deceptive double breasts.
Dong Zhuo's rusty armor cut through her skin, leaving a trail of blood. The rouge on her lips was forced by Dong Zhuo to suck it onto his bearded face. His rugged, mottled face was filled with desire to the point where only maroon color was left in the form of bravado and possession.
The old nun's razor was waved gently and skillfully, and her hair was like a strand of sorrow, fluttering in the air, and in the traces of this gentle and magnificent sorrow passing through the gaps of time, Dong Zhuo did not understand, Lu Bu did not understand, Cao Cao did not understand, and the heroes did not understand either. In this chaotic world buried by corpses, drowned in blood tenderness, no one remembers.
Her eyes were still full of stubbornness, and after gazing at Guan Yu, who towered over the door looking at the moon, dressed in green and holding a supine moon, the wind was born tight.
The year 208 AD, the battle of Red Cliff.
Wei army defeated, Cao Cao led the army north to Xiangyang, all the way to escape the string,
Huarong Road withered grass, sand cold up, killing the sky, the fire burning, burning the flag of the war out of the purple smoke. Accompanied by the killing shouts, a song of elegant piano like song like snot, full of sadness as if flowing water spread to the junction of the sky and the earth, a white-clothed silhouette in the Huarong Road on the hill leaning if the piano, the air is dense everywhere filled with burnt corpses as well as the smell of blood, in this midnight battlefield. Bones all over the ground has gone cold, Guan Yu's knife until the last pawn chopped.
Cao Cao stared at Guan Yu for a long time, and Guan Yu plunged his sword into the yellow earth, closing his eyes as Cao Cao fled northward.
Diao Cicada walked out of the temple, moonlight falling on every inch of the ground, and stroked Guan Yu's face, which was covered with scars from years and war, and said, "Do you never shed a tear?
Guan Yu said: not will not, just can not.
Diao Chan turned around, Jing Cian moonlight is bright like snow in winter, Diao Chan smiled, her smile as in the beginning, just like the initial departure from his home in the county of Zhengzhou, the deceased has gone, the sadness of the old man intestines. She said: today's moonlight is so beautiful, just like twenty years ago as pure, why everyone can not leave behind all this worldly.
She turned around with her head bowed and gazed at the red moon, and said: concubine's original surname is Ren, and her cheap name is Hongchang.
Guan Yu nodded his head and suddenly turned his gaze at the moonlight even to Diaochan and said: why do you suddenly remember this.
Diaochan said: I just want to be myself, to be that Hongchang. Even if it is only for this moment. I'm afraid I'll never remember my name again.
Her smile not only poured over the city, pouring over this chaotic world, that day the whole moonlight could not help but pour over the ground for this. Her eyelashes were a little wet, and her eyes suddenly flashed with an unprecedented stubbornness. There was an unspeakable loneliness and sadness in her eyebrows.
She said: ten years ago should end the sinful relationship, but I waited for ten years. In fact, for the red face, ten years is already a lifetime. Suddenly it seems like a dance, and this life of mine is only a dance for that.
Dancing, neon dresses and feathers, not only as if in full bloom in the gorgeous fireworks, like the strings of the storm, such as the rainy season of the empty, pick up and drop out of a land of moonlight bright, drinking alone in the chaos of the sadness.
Guanyu look crazy, and at this time the northern warehouse food has been occupied, Cao Cao by killing Diao Cicada's six horse twelve soldiers under the city.
Diao Chan finished a dance, smiled and said: I know I can not escape, we can not escape, we can never escape their destiny.
Guan Yu sighed: countless heroes love your beauty, but how many people know. Your beauty has long been exhausted by the chaotic world.
Moonlight can not retain the beauty of Diaochan, just like the memory can not retain the passing of the red face.
Diao Chan closed her eyes, with a defiant and stubborn smile at the corner of her mouth, and said, I have an extravagant request, I want to keep this most beautiful moment.
Guan Yu hesitated for a moment, Angtian long sigh, closed his eyes, the blade light across the entire temple, the sycamore flowers everywhere, blood stained red supine moon.
Guan Yu's corner of the eye a little wet, full of a brain by a wave of inexplicable feeling washed out of sight, suddenly want to fall to the ground, he vaguely remember a girl called Ren Hongchang.
Eastern Han Jian'an twenty-four years, A.D. two hundred and ninety-nine, Shu general Guan Yu lost Jingzhou, defeated in Mecheng, by Lu Meng. Ma Zhong and Pan Zhang under the tripping horse rope captured, not later by his murder.