Azure Luan in the Mirror, the tenth day of the tenth month, in the Divine Capital."
Pei Ye quietly turned a page.
"Swinging Rope"
As usual, it began with a lyric poem, utterly unlike the previous style, neither straightforward nor clear. Pei Ye paused, then instinctively began to read it slowly.
Green Jade Table: The Swing
After leaving the swing, I turned to look; our words scattered in the east wind. Apricot hues were still cold, the rain had not stopped. I longed for clear skies, yet spoke of approaching dusk-each a mistake made then.
One cup of night wine, countless stars; drinking in dreams, I flew straight to your soul. Suddenly at the Celestial River, I lost the little ferry. Hard to tether the flowing shadows, no letter to rely upon; easily scattered, this morning's dew.
Official notice of a four-day break
Official notice: four days off
As mentioned at the end of Chapter 81, the author will be taking four days off next: a thesis defense on the 16th and 17th, and organizing a conference from the 18th to the 20th. None of these are things I can get out of.
I'll write in the gaps over these next few days and look for a way to unfold "Swinging Rope." Updates will resume at noon on the 20th.
Chapter 517: Weaving Rope in the Tenth Month (Part One)
There had been no sun since early morning. The clouds were as gloomy as his teacher's face, and the weather was quite cold.
He tucked his hands into his sleeves and carefully gripped the cuffs, gathering a little warmth. Auntie pushed the little brazier beside him, but it did not help much. He was still more accustomed to curling up to keep warm in his own way.
His body huddled