Spring has no trace of crying, feeling sad.
She could see that there was a trace of sadness in this spring. Was it someone else's or her own? Perhaps there was a story about her in spring. However, spring's footsteps were hurried. When he wanted to keep her, he found that her face had been dyed with a thin layer of longing. Perhaps she was sick. Look at her slightly furrowed brows, like a West child who was walking over with her heart in her hands. Spring was like this at best, especially this late spring.
In spring, a melancholic breeze was blowing on Phoenix Mountain, the ancient town of Chu Nan, Furong City, Chu Tian Road. The story of spring was the prelude to love. How much love and affection sprouted in spring, just like the grass roots that had been burned by the flames were moistened by the charming spring breeze and flourished again. Love was like a fire phoenix, a fiery fire phoenix. It was reborn in the fire, dancing in the fire, and reborn in the fire. Love is a phoenix, and the love of a phoenix is the color of a rose. When love is like a beautiful purple rose in spring, the state of mind of love is also like the warm rose sky!
Moonlight. There was actually moonlight tonight. It was faint and emitted an amber-like sadness. It was like the chirping and singing of autumn insects. It seeped into the desolate lake and mountains, and into the bamboo forest of Xiang Fei, where the autumn wind was singing…
This was an elegant, simple, and unadorned residence in the style of Jiangnan and Hunan, which was also in the style of the ancient Han and Tang Dynasties. However, there was a relatively spacious courtyard in front of the old house and an ancient well. This simple and elegant residence located at the foot of Phoenix Mountain in Chu Nan Ancient Town of Furong City of Chu Tian Dao was now in a deathly silence. Why was that so?
The moonlight was sparse and hazy, illuminating the hazy and faint bamboo shadows of the Xiang Concubine. The soft and thin melancholic breeze, mixed with the coolness of autumn, gently swayed a few empty worries.
The paper crane hanging on Xiang Fei's bamboo branch suddenly fell down and landed on the lawn, making a soundless cry. The surroundings were hazy, and it was impossible to tell what kind of mood the people here were in, what kind of melancholy they were in. Something must have happened tonight. It seemed that something was going to happen tonight! Usually, the night here would not be so dreary and clear. Occasionally, there would be the sound of a flute, the barking of dogs and the crowing of chickens, and the song of the gentle mountain wind…What about now? Now, it seemed to have inexplicably sunk into the abyss.
This elegant and simple Jiangnan Xiang-style residence was extremely famous in the entire Furong City of Chu Nan. When people mentioned this quaint house at the foot of Phoenix Mountain, they would affectionately call it the Long Family Residence. At the mention of the Long family's residence, people near and far all knew about it, and all of them sincerely praised Long Anping, who was a suave, passionate, hot-blooded, and elegant handsome man. They affectionately called him " Young Master Xiao Xiang." Xiao Xiang Young Master Long Anping was destined to be someone with a story.
A few years ago, the Young Master of Xiao Xiang, Long Anping, participated in the first Youth Poetry Meet in the Imperial Capital. He met the beautiful woman Ye Di from Yuhang of Jiangnan Road and Shangguan Jingyun from the Frontier who had also come to participate in the Youth Poetry Meet. The Jiangnan beauty Ye Diya was known as Princess Di; Shangguan Jingyun, the beauty of the frontier fortress, was nicknamed "Fairy of the Northland". Long Anping had fallen in love with two stunning women, and for some reason, he only had an inexplicable deep-rooted impression of Princess Di, Ye Di. Although Xiao Xiang Prince Long Anping had started his first love in this life and the next life, he was also a handsome man with a strong sense of responsibility and social responsibility. It could not be said that he was an idealistic perfectionist. As a result, he returned from the capital to the foot of Phoenix Mountain in Chu Tian. With the wind and the rain of poems, he rubbed his fists and started a major event that seemed particularly important in his life journey: He started a company called the Dayaxin Corporation.
Dayaxin Society was a corporate news agency with its own weekly newspaper, Dayaxin. Long Anping, the Young Master of Xiaoxiang, was a straightforward person who could not tolerate any evil. His articles attacked corrupt officials, attacked evil phenomena, and called for fairness and justice. For a time, he became the focus of some nobles in the Chu Taoism and even the Golden Roc Dynasty. At this moment, he was young and fearless, but he had offended a local official, Master Ao. Unfortunately, Xiao Xiang Prince Long Anping did not know that. He was still fighting day and night, criticizing and ridiculing the official Ao Taiye, who sucked the milk and drank the blood of the people and plundered the people's fat…For a time, the Daya News became very popular.
Xiao Xiang Young Master Long Anping had created a net for himself. From then on, all the stories about Young Master Xiaoxiang, Long Anping, were online.
It was the sick body of the soul that was twitching in pain. True love was a fresh wound, filled with hatred that would never heal. Long Anping, the young master of Xiaoxiang, was full of youthful vigor. He encountered love, career, and the pursuit of his ideal state, so he weaved a beautiful dream of youth.
Our Young Master Xiao Xiang, Long Anping, always gives people a good impression of him, who is dignified, elegant, outstanding, handsome, and passionate. He carried his persistence and passion, flying paper cranes in the blue sky, and writing his passionate words in the warm and fragrant rose garden: Beautiful ideals, noble morals, a fulfilling career, warm friendship, a perfect combination, and true love. If so, the meaning of life would be great!
A perfect life, who could achieve such a state?
Long Anping, the passionate and easy-going Xiaoxiang Young Master, was not alone. However, this was the realm of life that he had been striving for all his life. He knew that it was impossible, but he worked hard to achieve it.
Just because the Xiao Xiang Young Master Long Anping pursued perfection in his life, it triggered a series of true stories of sadness and joy.
A storm. The storm caused by the Imperial Prince's party spread to the Dayaxin Society. The old king of the Golden Roc Dynasty, Ning Jiande, was already very old. The four crown princes, Ning Xiu, Ning Qi, Ning Hong, and Ning Zhi, each had their own factions, and the imperial court was very strict. The second prince Ning Qi gained power, and the third prince Ning Hong was fascinated by the play. The Fourth Prince Ning Zhi was a scholar and a martial arts strategist…The Eldest Prince Ning Xiu became a monk and did not care about the secular world. Ao Taiye happened to be a close friend of the Second Prince Ning Qi faction. The Second Prince was about to inherit the throne, so Ao Taiye came up with many good ideas. Unfortunately, the Fourth Prince Ning Zhi was weak. Although the Xiaoxiang Prince Long Anping did not have much contact with the Fourth Prince Ning Zhi, Long Anping had sung a poem that the Fourth Prince Ning Zhi had written. Just because he sang along with the Fourth Prince Ning Zhi's poem, this time, Grand Master Ao had a handle on him.
The night was silent, and the police cars were silent.
Under Phoenix Mountain in Furong City of Chu Tiandao, the bamboo thicket of Xiang Concubine hid the silence of the Long family's residence. Occasionally, a meteor would flash by, and in an instant, it would return to the bleak silence.
Silence. An uneasy and suffocating silence.
After a bark, there was silence again.
Silence. An extremely disturbing silence. Furong City's Chu Nan Ancient Town, with its beautiful mountains and clear waters, looked like an isolated island floating in a sea of fog under the dim lights. The Long family's residence at the foot of Phoenix Mountain was like a lantern on the island that was about to be extinguished.
The handcuffs were shiny and suffused with a pale white light. The Long family's courtyard immediately regained some life. When the paper crane fell from the bamboo branch of Xiang Fei, the police sirens sounded and the women's mournful and sorrowful wails could be heard."Ping 'er, Ping' er, Ping 'er…"
" Big brother, big brother, I want big brother…"
The wind could not be heard clearly, and the clouds could not be heard clearly. The night was silent and the fog was hazy. Xiang Fei bamboo gently slid past the sad tears that occasionally fell on the leaf veins, swaying in the dark night…
When I first entered the prison door, my heart was frightened, and I woke up from my dreams at night with tears in my eyes.
I put on my clothes and shook my body in a desolate place, and my voice was even more muffled.
When Cat Ear Mountain was mentioned, people would feel fear and unease. The Cat Ear Mountain was like a lone boat with faint smoke curling up. Very few people could truly recognize the Cat Ear Mountain (it had many unknown legends). Very few people would carefully lift its mysterious and hazy veil. 100% of people were unwilling to stop and admire this scenery that was not a sight to behold. However, there were quite a number of people entering and leaving Cat Ear Mountain every day. Most of them were crying and covering their faces as they descended the mountain.
The No. 1 Prison of the Golden Roc Dynasty's Chu Tiandao Sanhe Prefecture was stationed in Cat Ear Mountain. Because of this, Cat Ear Mountain became synonymous with the No. 1 Prison in Sanhe Prefecture.
Who are you?
What was this place?
What are you doing here?
The huge signboard and the large red and powerful words that looked like blood arrows shot straight into everyone's eyes. Xiao Xiang Young Master Long Anping only felt a wave of dizziness.
Long Anping, the young master of Xiaoxiang, could no longer remember how he got into the police car, how he got out of the police car, and how he came down from Phoenix Mountain to this completely unfamiliar place. The shiny handcuffs were still on his hands, and his wrists were covered in bruises, but he could no longer feel the pain. Was he numb? Probably.
Suppressing the panic that had quietly surged into his heart, Long Anping did not feel any fear at all. There was only an indescribable sadness that could not be wiped away.
The grayish-black heavy iron door opened with a clang. A blinding beam of light leaked out from within. It was late autumn, and the sky turned dark earlier. It was not even six o'clock in the evening, but the dark sky and the special environment forced him to turn on the lights earlier.
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