Peach Blossom in Taohuawu

###Chapter1, It was common to see in Prince Qi's residence, but Cui Jiutang had heard of it a few times before. It was the perfect scenery in Jiangnan, where the day of flowers falling was always accompanied by the emperor. In the peach grove, a woman and a young woman were reading this poem while walking. The poetry realm written by Tang poet Du Fu was indeed extraordinary. There were only a few lines, and the feeling of cool in the world was like a leap on paper. After thousands of years of reading, he still felt that artist's life was full of hardships. She sang softly, and the feeling was sad and full of emotion. She could hear her sadness. Because she was still thinking, she began to cry and sobbed. His voice was intermittent when he was saying, "You again meet me again... you again meet me again... you again meet me again." The more he thought, the smaller his voice became, like raindrops falling from the eaves after the rain. Only one drop fell after a long time, and the sound was like a dying person. Suddenly, she stopped and shouted, "Prince, come out! Why don't you dare to come out!" Then, she calmed down. Her voice was loud and low, "Why don't you come out? Why..." She was drunk before she was drunk and her voice was a little trembling. The surrounding was very quiet. No one answered. She arrived under the peach tree, the biggest peach tree. She threw the black wine jar with a splash. The old-aged daughter's wine was red, and the fragrance of wine was overflowing. She seemed to be angry, more like she had been hit by something. It didn't look like it, it really didn't look like it. Long black hair and two golden hairpins, (a girl who couldn't be done before getting married, was wearing a black veil and a pair of black boots before she got married. If it weren't for the pale gray color, her face would be ugly. It was an 18-year-old face. The face looked like powder and beautiful. Her well-proportioned facial features were teary, but tears couldn't stop her natural beauty. She was moving and impeccable. Anyone who saw her would say she was really beautiful. She did not stand, nor did she sit. Kneeling down, she chose to lie down. In the tears, the sky was filled with dark clouds and the dusky sky was like a handkerchief dipped with a few drops of ink. It was already past midnight. The originally unidentifiable greyish-white sky was now surging with the wind and clouds. Darkness swallowed everything here. The peach tree and the man were on the top of a small hill. The small hill was in Peach Blossom Dock in Suzhou, south of the Yangtze River. Peach Blossom Dock, a crimson cloud in the southern part of the water village, was particularly attractive. Although it was far away from the Central Plains of the martial arts world, it was very famous. People who often traveled in Jianghu knew this place. Therefore, they often became rich. They were eunuches of the imperial court, scholars of scholars, and green-wood heroes who came here to "take up" the show. Many people came here to play, do business, entertain and seek revenge. The most famous thing was not the peach blossoms here, but the "professional killer" who "buried" a famous "killer" killed more than 100 Jianghu scum in a year in Jianghu, robbers and corrupted officials and so on. Unexpectedly, he did not get any reward. It was strange that a killer did not fight for money, not for justice, not for women. What was even more strange was that no one in the world knew about his existence. The strangest thing was that the killer did not have a name, but every time the killer finished his tasks, he would leave a piece of paper,"the macheteman met the king". People in Jianghu called him a killer, and then he used the Japanese Fusang's name,the Blademan, Feng Jun. Machetemen who met masters were known for their "shouldn't" to not appear when he should appear, but when he shouldn't appear, it would change. This was his bad habit. Wouldn't everyone have that bad habit? Now, someone came to him. The "allied" in the woman's mouth was under the tallest peach tree, and now he didn't want anyone to come and find him. It was rumored that he had "died" in jianghu, but this woman still wanted to find him. She did not believe it. She knew that the macheteman had died as aр for his lord. He did not even have a corpse. However, he had not been in jianghu for a long time. After careful calculation, it had been at least five years. Five years ago, the macheteman had missed his job because of his entanglement and had never appeared again. It was strange. The killer had been buried under the ground for five years. He should have been forgotten long ago. Why did someone come to see him? Wasn't it? Someone had come here! The woman in black took out a match and clicked on it. There was a tomb under the peach tree. A mound of mounds piled up into a grave, and wild grass began to grow. A white sheet of paper was hung on the tomb board, with a line of bloody words, "To meet a monarch, what should I do?" Sima Lin. Below the cup was a ceramic cup, which was filled with red blood. The blood had already condensed, and there was a burning incense candle beside it. The woman turned her head and took a glance. Her heart stirred. "Sima Lin, you came even earlier than me?" After thinking for a moment, she began to cry. Her voice became a bit louder. The sky was very dark, and everything in front of her was dark. The wind was very cold, and her heart was even colder. "You promised me that you would appear when the peach blossom was in full bloom. You didn't keep your promise... you didn't keep your promise... Whoop..." He whispered to the grave sign. He spoke very slowly, like the sobbing spring water. "Being an assassin, how can you know other women? Whoop..." In such a glorious situation, anyone who saw it would feel sorry for him or her, but the people in the tomb would not be moved. She knew that the macheteman was in the grave, and he could definitely hear it from inside. There was no name on the tablet. The book said, "Only after a killer dies, can the stele have no name. Only in this way can the world be everlasting." A woman was lying in front of the tomb in the middle of the night, crying and crying. The scene was miserable. She must be a lover. Was she lover? It was clear at a glance. It was normal for young people to hear the cry of a chicken to die for love! ###Chapter2, However, the truth was not like this. Since the macheteman had no desire, what was the point of the woman coming here in the middle of the night? This was the rule of the machetemen meeting the king. His killing rule,His master begged him to kill, so he must come to him in the middle of the night. First, he read a poem, then he cried for a while. He told him the name of the victim, and his master was drunk, and the killer appeared... He cried for a long time. For a long time, it was dawn. "The macheteman won't get up, and he won't even talk," the woman slowly sat up and looked around. The mountains were full of peach trees, and their eyes were full of peach trees. It seemed that the whole world was full of peach trees. It was the season of peach blossom, but the peach blossom here did not bloom. It was not because there was no spring here. This was the south of the Yangtze River, and the spring came earlier than anywhere else. If the peach tree was fake, it was impossible. The ground was full of peach blossom. It turned out that the peach tree's spring had passed by. This woman came too late. What a coincidence. She took off the cloth bag from her waist and opened it. Then she slowly took out a bunch of chrysanthemums, a stack of paper money, three incense sticks, two candles and a short sword. " lit the incense, lit the candle and burnt the paper money. It's time to end my life!" She picked up the short sword, pulled out the black whistle, closed her eyes, and stabbed it into her chest... If a person's life could be seen through, what else in the world could make her miss him? Even as a killer, killing others only required skills and courage. To end one's own life with one's own hands, it required a great deal of courage and determination. Moreover, she was just a young and beautiful woman. At this critical moment, a leaf-like object shot out not too far away. With a 'Ding' sound, the dagger was half broken. With the swaying candlelight, she looked down and saw a copper coin spinning on the ground. "Who?" Her intuition told her that this person would not let her die. "Who? Come out!" She did not want to die and shouted, "I know it's you..." She was very helpless, frustrated, frustrated, sad, sad, and beginning to despair... The smoke on the top of the tree disappeared and disappeared quietly. This woman also knew that there were people, but her kung fu was not as good as his. When she found out that it was no one, of course, she could not distinguish where they were going. "Miss," a rapid and sharp woman's voice cut across the entire sky of the peach forest. Puah! Puah! Puah! As a strong horse galloped over, the horse's hooves landed on the soft soil with a dull thud. The man gripped the reins, raised his horse's head, and neighed. He stopped, jumped slightly, turned over and fell to the ground. It was obvious that he was a martial arts practitioner. "Miss, come back with me. Old Sir is in such a hurry to find you!" The person grabbed the woman's hand. Her hand was as cold as ice. "Xiaowen, you go back, I won't go back!" The young lady retracted her hand and took it back. Xiao Wen was a maid, and it was really difficult for Missy to say so. But she had to do as the lord's orders. She lowered her head and said, "Missy, there are many living people. Why do you ask for the dead? Let's go back to the Xiao Yao Mansion in Jiangnan. The lord is waiting for you!" "He's not dead! He's not dead!" The Miss shook her head and shouted. Her face was purple and she was very excited. She said, "He's not dead! He's not dead! He's dead!" She never believed that the dead person had died. The killer who had been waiting for five years had also died. Wen was shocked by her master's roar. The young master and Miss turned around and left after being fierce for a while. After a while, Xiao Wen saw that Miss and Miss wanted to leave and followed up. She said, "Miss, let me accompany you." "Stop! You go back first! I want to have a rest." The main miss walked a little faster. Xiao Wen was very obedient. She stopped and watched the young lady enter the peach forest. She was a maid of the Xiao Yao Villa, how dare she disobey. The Xiao Xiao Villa was the number one villa in the south of the Yangtze River. It had business for generations, docks on water and land, and Yang Haodong wine shops. The business was very big. The number of people under the villa was increasing. It could be said that the army was strong and the horses were strong. Even the maid was equipped with a mount. The maid dared not to disobey the words of such a Manor Master's first daughter. Wen jumped on the horse and was about to rush back. Suddenly, he saw a person lying on the ground not far from the peach tree. It was a man in white. She walked over and saw a young lady in the prime of her youth. Her face was pale and she was no longer breathing. The wound on her left wrist had not coagulated. She immediately shouted, "Miss has found it?" Wen had never seen machetemen meet each other. She thought that this was him, so she shouted loudly. Miss didn't go far, and she didn't see the man. How could she go? She was washing her face by the river not far away. Women were born to love beauty. Even if they wanted to die, they had to die beautifully.