The Endless Strange Fate of the Qin Dynasty's Bright Moon
10 VIII. Song Into The Heart

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The silver-inlaid blue crystal headdress and the blue eye accessories gave people a sense of indifference. The crystal earrings and silver-inlaid ruby necklace, light blue ribbons, silver leg ornaments, silver anklets, and blue crystal dance shoes were all just right.

This seemingly tacky item was now worn by the snow maidens. Not only did it not make her look gaudy, but it also made her look elegant and graceful.

The light blue smokey makeup and pink lip gloss made her look so alluring. No one made a sound on the dance floor. Everyone was looking at the Flying Snow Jade Flower Terrace in surprise.

"Miss Xue Nu is indeed the number one person in the State of Zhao…"

" After waiting for a month, I finally get to see the snow maidens dance. This trip wasn't in vain…"

"Yu Wu is still here, it makes people reminisce."

Ye Chen looked at the snow maidens 'dance and his heart surged. No one knew what he was thinking, but that beautiful dance intoxicated him.

Steward Wang looked at Ye Chen's dazed expression and smiled knowingly. He patted Ye Chen's shoulder and said,"Little Ye, how is it?"

Ye Chen only woke up from his drunken stupor when Steward Wang patted him. He said,"I realized that I have fallen for her.”

"Hahaha, Little Ye, I arranged for you to live next door to the snow maidens. Now do you understand why?”Steward Wang laughed loudly.

"Uncle Wang, I won't say anything else. When you get old in the future, I'll support you.”Ye Chen said seriously.

"Hahaha, I was waiting for you to say that. Go and pursue her. The snow maidens have knots in their hearts, and it's not something you can untie just by looking at them.”Steward Wang laughed loudly.

"Yes."

……

The moon was high in the sky, bright and gentle. The gentle moonlight made the night seem calm and peaceful. The moonlight fell on the branches, leaving mottled shadows, like scattered branches hanging on the branches.

Ye Chen stood in the courtyard with a longsword in his hand. He took two steps back and suddenly turned. Then, one in front and one behind, he instantly soared into the air and slashed the air with his sword. His sword technique was light and heavy at times. It was either left or right. The front and back complemented each other. Suddenly, he flipped and cut. The tip of his foot landed lightly. Suddenly, a silver-white Sword Qi was released.

"Bang…Bang…"

The wooden manor was instantly struck by the sword Qi. With a bang, it shattered into wooden shavings.

"Phew…"

Ye Chen let out a long sigh." I've finally mastered the third move of Mo Zi's Sword Art, the Ink Foothill of the Universe. With my current strength, I should be considered a top-notch expert in the martial arts world. It's just that I don't have any combat experience. It seems like I'll have to go out for a walk."”

After saying that, Ye Chen raised his head and looked at the round moon in the sky. A ripple of emotion rose in his heart. He took out a short jade flute from his pocket.

He gently pressed the jade flute to his lips and blew a note. It was very light, as light as a breeze. However, it was this soft note that clearly entered one person's ears and heart.

The lingering sound of a musical note lingered in the snow maiden's ears for a long time.

It was yet another short and gentle note. The snow maiden felt as if her heart had been lightly knocked on, and it trembled slightly in the silence.

The rhythm of the notes finally began to slowly increase, and the trembling in the snow maidens 'hearts also began to increase. Finally, the notes merged into one, forming a sad and heartbreaking music score. The sound of the flute was still as soft as ever, as if a gentle breeze could blow it away completely. However, the snow maidens in the pavilion could hear it clearly, because the sound of the flute did not seem to be coming from their ears, but from the depths of their hearts.

In the dark night and the bleak wind, a blade of grass quietly revealed its head and sized up the world. Its appearance carried too much joy and hope. In the warmth, the grass gradually grew up, showing off its new life and vitality to the world, but the wind... was still bleak. From time to time, it would quietly tremble in the wind.

One day, dark clouds suddenly covered the sky. The pitch-black clouds carried a heavy and terrifying pressure, making it difficult for people to breathe. Finally, a thunderclap rang out. The ferocious lightning split the clouds apart. Heavy rain poured down, and the wind blew wildly, mercilessly destroying the tender grass. It did not fall under the disastrous blow. Instead, it looked up at the sky proudly and stood upright. No matter how the wind howled and how merciless the rain was, it gritted its teeth because it could not fall.

The snow maiden's heart slowly tightened in pain.

After a night of wind and rain, it became extremely weak, but in the end, it did not fall. Instead, it faced the sky and made a victory gesture.

However, its disaster was far from over. It had just begun. It continued to grow slowly until one day, when an even more violent storm came, it still used all its strength to support its young body and endured it without fear. Those who resisted…

The rain continued to fall, again and again, and each time was more violent than the last.. Every time, it would be on the verge of death, but every time, it would stubbornly stand up and laugh wildly at the sky, mocking the heavens for never taking its life.

Beep...

This was the sound of tears falling. She did not know when, but her tears were flowing like a fountain in the flute. The mournful flute music made her heart tremble at first, but it gradually turned into a sharp knife that stabbed into the depths of her heart, causing her heart to ache. Even her soul trembled in pain.

She could feel the pain of despair, as well as the unrelenting determination in her young heart. Her heart trembled more and more intensely.

The flute played for half a minute, and at this moment, the final note sounded.

"What song is this? He really is a person with a story. Perhaps, he is like me, a person with a bitter life.”The snow maiden wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and looked out the window at the figure in the courtyard.

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