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Red peony to worship heaven Three days later, on the top of Xuanqingzong Mountain, the wind and snow suddenly stopped. People from various sects gathered at the viewing platform, with flags flying, swords unsheathed, and a murderous atmosphere spreading over the mountains.Everyone was waiting for Qing Feng'an, the leader of the Xuanqing Sect, to personally expose Jin Xianling's crimes, and for a justifiable pursuit. As the hour approached, the side door of the viewing platform slowly opened. Qing…-
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Frosty peony broken heart The snow was falling tightly, and the goose-feather-like snowflakes were carried by the cold wind and fluttered on the Xuanqing Sect's palace, making a rustling sound. In the sect master's hall, the candles were flickering out, reflecting Qing Feng'an's pale face.He sat in front of the case, holding the jade-carved peony in his fingertips. The jade was warm, but it was so hot that it hurt his fingertips. This was Jin Xianling's most precious thing, and now it lay alone in his…
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Mad Strings Lock the Heart, Cold Blade Reflects Night had deepened by the time Qing Feng'an led Jin Xianling away from Murong Manor. The lights of Gusu City reflected on the river's surface, shattering into a flowing golden glow that failed to dispel the dark glint in Jin Xianling's eyes. He followed closely behind his master, his fingertips stroking a sharp jade hairpin hidden in his sleeve—something he had just picked up from behind the rockery in the Murong Manor gardens. It felt cold against his…
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Blood peony burns the heart The black figure was like a thunder, rushing towards Elder Zhang.Jin Xianling's eyes were full of rage, and his five fingers turned into claws, and with a strong wind, he actually used a killing move. Elder Zhang was on guard for a long time. While avoiding it, he shouted sternly: "Traitor! How dare you take action!" Before he finished speaking, the elders and disciples around him drew their swords one after another, and the swords were shining brightly, surrounding Jin…
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Can Shao weeps blood The moon was high in the sky, and the wind on the mountain road suddenly became cold. Jin Xianling was still lying in Qing Feng'an's arms, her fingertips tangled in his hair, humming a tune.The evening breeze carried the scent of peony, and it was supposed to be a gentle and carefree night, but Qing Feng'an's heart sank inexplicably, as if something had strangled her throat, making her panic. "Master?" Jin Xianling noticed his stiffness and looked up at him. The smile in her eyes…
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Peony dyes the night The heat of the wontons spread out in curls, mixed with the fragrance of peony in the evening breeze, and weaved a warm mist under the dim lamp, wrapping the small wonton stall in a warm and comforting way.The noodle soup in the porcelain bowl is filled with finely chopped green onions and dried shrimps. The hot air hits your face, making your heart soften a bit. Jin Xianling ate in a hurry, and as soon as he swallowed a mouthful of wontons, there was a little bit of soup on the…
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Peony hairpin on temples The setting sun hung slanting in the sky, making the shadows of the two people walking side by side thin and long. Jin Xianling held Qing Fengan's hand and refused to let go. The hem of her black robe was stained with some fine peony petals, and it swayed a bit as she took a step, causing the passing vendors to look at her.Instead of restraining himself, he deliberately dangled the jade-carved peony on his wrist more clearly. His fingertips were still twisting the pink peony that…
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Peony wraps around the wrist Before the scent of cinnamon had dissipated, Jin Xianling dragged Qing Feng down the mountain. Different from the impatience of the past, the young man walked very slowly. A corner of his black robe was blown up by the wind, revealing the red rope tied around his wrist. On the rope hung a jade-carved peony flower, which was white and transparent. It was carved from the warm jade that Qing Feng'an had found a few years ago. "Master," Jin Xianling suddenly stopped and turned…
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Osmanthus Fragrance Fills the Courtyard Morning light spilled over the window lattices and across the bed, coating the two figures embracing each other in a layer of warm gold. Jin Xianling lingered in Qing Feng'an's arms, his cheek rubbing against the skin of his neck. The scent of ink mingled with the smell of soap from the fabric, light and reassuring. His usual gloom and obsession seemed to have been completely smoothed away by the tenderness of the night, leaving only the unique affection and…
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Holding hands toward the evening The red candle burned to the end, and the last spark struggled to dance, and finally disappeared on the desk. The light from the sky shone in through the window lattice and fell on the hands clasped beside the bed. Qing Feng'an was awakened by the warmth on her fingertips.He opened his eyes and saw Jin Xianling's sleeping face.The young man's brows and eyes had lost their former sinisterness and paranoia, and he slept peacefully. His long eyelashes drooped down, casting…
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