Chapter 33 Mrs. Sun: Fly Like a Sword

A paper horse was lit, and the flame slowly spread, turning into countless black butterflies flying in the air. My eyes are burning and my heart is flying and dancing. I sprinkled the remaining paper utensils into the river one by one, and let them turn into fish and fly to the bottom of the river, but they just floated on the water, rippling with the waves. When I came to this world, I was accompanied by a unique noble status and night-like loneliness.I am the only daughter of Sun Jian, the general of the Han Dynasty, but he doesn't like me.He wants all his children to be boys, to be an arm in his career.Only my second elder brother, Sun Quan, cared for me. He was the most intimate and real support in my childhood.

The second brother was once the man I admired the most.Not only does he have an extraordinary appearance, but he is also extremely talented, and he also has the most important tenacity to become an emperor.A physiognomist once said that this person has a stalwart body, clear bones, noble appearance, and the longest life span, and he will be in charge of Jiangdong's affairs in the future.The words of the fortune teller cast a sacred halo on my second brother.With the death of his father and elder brother one after another, the second elder brother boldly walked into the core of Jiangdong's power and climbed to the top of politics step by step.

My love enlightenment originated from a beautiful love story told to me by my second brother.That story comforted my sad heart and warmed my lonely dreams. Qin Mugong had a daughter named Nongyu, who was clever and clever, and was good at playing the flute.The passionate Nongyu once had a dream in which a handsome young man named Xiao Shi played the flute with her. From then on, Nongyu sat in front of the window and played the flute every night.Finally one day, there was a thunderclap in the clear sky, and a dragon flashed by Nongyu's window.The dream lover named Xiao Shi on Long's body was concentrating on playing the flute.Nongyu took the flute and rode on the dragon body and hid in the air with Xiao Shi, leaving only a string of beautiful flute sounds in the world behind him.

This story arouses my infinite yearning for beautiful love.In my dreams, a young gentleman like Xiao Shi often appears, except that he doesn't play the flute, so he should be a good swordsman. I love swords.I yearn for a young gentleman who, with a long sword, can break the lock of my love. I often hear him say to me in a firm tone in his dreams, go. Without hesitation, I walked with him holding the sword. The wild fire on the Yangtze River burned down the ambition of a politician, but achieved the immortal fame of a young general.In the winter when I was 18 years old, a young general named Zhou Yu came out at the right time. He saved the fate of Jiangdong and created a miracle.

I still remember the strong aroma of wine and the lingering laughter floating in the sky above Nanxu City.All the people, young and old, surrounded Zhou Yu and made a toast.He seemed to be drunk, and he even danced his sword once. Because the long sword was given life in his hands, it turned into thousands of lightnings flying in the air.Every sword light dazzled my eyes and reflected my throbbing heart. However, this is just the throbbing of unrealistic love, that man already has a happy marriage. Even so, my love is still tied to that piece of sword shadow, and I am unwilling to take it back.

I grip my sword tightly.What I hold tight is only its body, but its soul is flying, flying. I would like to be a group of sword shadows and fly with his sword. I don't like this person who is honored by others as the emperor's uncle because he once said: Brothers are like siblings, wives are like clothes. A torn clothes can be repaired, but a broken brother or foot cannot be repaired.His words won the hearts of a large number of men, and he was regarded as a model of benevolence and righteousness.However, how can a person who lacks respect for women love his people with his heart?

When the man walked into the new house, he saw the sword in my hand, and he sat on the ground in a daze.I suddenly felt pity for this man who has been busy for half his life but has achieved little. That night, I lost my sword. Because of politics.I became a bait and he a fish.Both my second elder brother and Zhou Yu wanted to be fishers with a sure chance of winning, but they swung their fishing rods full of hope, only to find that the bare hook was shining helplessly in the sun. My bait slipped away with the fish for revenge. I thought I would never return to the land that made me sad, but I did.My second brother tricked me back with just a little trick.

Next, my husband had a large-scale war with my second brother.The husband said that he wanted to avenge his best friend.In fact, he has another purpose, which is to bring me back to him. However, the fire in Yiling wiped out all his wishes and dreams of being an emperor in an instant. The river wind stirred up flood waves, and the turbid waves flew up, turning into the mournful cries and deep roars of millions of soldiers.The bloody, salty smell wafted across the river.My paper utensils were submerged in the struggle. No matter who wins or loses in this war, I am destined to come here to pay homage to one of them, and I am the last sacrifice.

But what is it?Are the thousands of soldiers buried in the Yangtze River not sacrifices? My inanimate body sinks slowly in the river water, and my living soul dances in the river wind. I saw the drizzle over Baidi City, and my heart was as sad as the drizzle. The fragrance of wine and laughter floated in the sunshine of Jianye City.My second brother is giving a speech with a lively expression.His blue eyes shone like emeralds, and his red beard was rolling like a ball of eternal flame. I couldn't hear what he was saying.But I clearly heard the melodious sound of the flute. It was the general named Lu Xun who was playing the flute.

I looked up, and I saw my long-lost sword. That sword led me to fly higher and farther.