The Story of Yanxi Palace: Four Seasons Changchun

It's snowing in the Forbidden City, and heavy snow falls on this land that has been sleeping for a hundred years.

Some tourists came unexpectedly, and the startled birds stopped on the high eaves of Qianqing Palace, holding the golden dragon at the corner of the eaves tightly with their bright red claws, looking at the visitors uneasily.

The visitor was wearing a fiery red jacket skirt with a stand-up collar, and the golden phoenix on the skirt was unrestrained and flamboyant. He was holding a red umbrella, which seemed to be surrounded by silver threads, refracting a faint light, just like the immortal in the painting. , there is a cartoon micro-camera hanging around his neck, which is a little more human-like.

"Is this the place where she used to live?" The girl whispered softly, as if she was asking something.

The only response to her was the crisp sound of snowflakes crushing branches.

The girl suddenly smiled, "Trapped in a cage-like place, it's still so clean, it's not in vain that lonely soul has searched for me for hundreds of years."

The sound of the wind seemed to be getting tighter, and the snowflakes fell on the girl's open palm, melting away bit by bit.

"Who is she, you ask? She is just a child who lacks love. She is full of children and grandchildren. In the end, she only cares about her long-gone master." The girl was a little sad, and the wind gently surrounded her, gently, with a little warmth.

"I, I'm different from her. I was born alone. I live the same life as the sky. I protect the mountains and rivers, big and small. Occasionally, when I meet something interesting, I stop for a while and pass the decades," the girl said casually. Said softly, her slender fingers landed on the copper ring on the palace gate, and gently pushed open a small crack.

Noisy voices could be heard from the crack, as if someone was shouting anxiously, with a sobbing tone, "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, hurry up, send the imperial doctor quickly."

As time went by, someone traded a hundred years of hard work and ten lifetimes of good luck in exchange for her consummation in the first life, and in response to her god, he accidentally accepted himself.