Emperor Qi Kun unexpectedly dies from an assassination, leaving the four vassal states under his empire to divide the central territory and declare themselves as individual rulers. The struggle for power eventually rages wars among the four states. Murong Li, a victim amid the chaos, poses as a vagrant flute-player after his kingdom was destroyed and infiltrates the states to exact his plan for revenge. Little did he know that he would soon be entangled in a love affair that challenges the wits and loyalties of those involved while uncovering the secrets behind their swords... *Important announcement as of 07/12/2024: I am currently working on this novel offline. I will publish the chapters on a consistent schedule once I have completely finished writing the entire book. Add/follow to be notified on new chapters!* This is a fix-it fanfiction of the 2016-17 Chinese webdrama Men with Sword 刺客列传. **This story features male characters in romantic relationships. Rated M 13+ for sequences of violence, mild language, and sexual content. #3 webdrama, #8 political, #35 ancientchina ************** I do not own any of the characters, names, or pictures. If you have any issues, please contact me and I will gladly take them down. This is purely fanwork. Any original ideas or concepts not present in the original source are owned by me. Do not reuse, repost, reproduce, or translate without my permission.

Esta es una obra original de la autora "Tinta De Sangre Azul" [En pausa]

Traducción directa del chino al español (Disculpen los errores trato de que sean mínimos). Titulo：鬓边不是海棠红 "El borde ardiente no es rojo begonia" oficialmente en ingles "Winter begonia" Bìn biān bùshì hǎitáng hóng Autor：水如天儿 ShuiRu Tian'Er Estado de traducción: En proceso Número de capítulos: 131 Sitio web de publicación (exclusivo de iQIYI): https://wenxue.iqiyi.com/book/detail-18l2hvtj7t.html Adaptaciones: *Drama, disponible en iQIYI, Viki y Youtube. *Audio drama, disponible en Hongdou live Resumen: En 1933 Beiping(1) es el lugar mas animado de China. Esta algarabía es diferente a otros lugares, no se trata de la extravagancia que hace alarde a los extranjeros, sino mas bien de un magnifico ruido, opera Kunqu, con el aleatorio sonido del Bangzi, el ritmo de un tambor para QinQiang, y la rápida y alegré narración de historias, cualquier arte tradicional que puedas imaginar, esta aquí. Esta es la etapa mas brillante del "Jardín de peras milenario" lugar donde el último líder del la compañía "Shuiyun" Shang XiRui, ha decidido ocupar. Con una llamada del destino, y un encuentro cara a cara, el segundo maestro Cheng FengTai de Shanghái, conoció a este famoso actor que parecía vivir entre rumores y leyendas, despojó las flores rojas de ciruelo de la horquilla de Shang XiRui, le sonríe, y las pone en su propio traje a la altura de su pecho. Mirándolo con los ojos entrecerrados, mientras se transporta hasta el salón de la vida eterna. Shang XiRui cantó, "vamos, vamos, regresaré con el segundo señor", Cheng FengTai le respondió, "mientras quieras siempre estaré contigo". Dos personas que se unieron gracias a la obra, y las palabras que confesaron fueron como las lineas de la misma. Más tarde, un caballero talentoso corrompió su historia, para enseñarles a los funcionarios que "el borde no es rojo begonia". (1)Beiping - Así era conocido Pekín entre 1928 y 1949

FOR THE LATEST CHAPTERS PLEASE VISIT megajivetranslations.wordpress.com A visually impaired fortune teller who had set up stall at the entrance of the alleyway once told me, "Your love life is destined to be tragically entangled with a man, and it will not come to a good end." My payment to him was a half-drank soda can stuffed into his hands. I walked away with an air of indignation. "Hey, you haven't paid!" His yelling was still audible from a few blocks away. Are you for real, you could not even tell if your customer is a man or a woman, what fortune can you possibly tell? Count yourself lucky I did not thrash your stall. Sitting here at the train station, with my cheeks swelling into the size of a pig's head, disheveled clothes, both hands empty, I recalled the words of the fortune teller. I regret not paying my dues and a bit more to him. It is a pity before today, I have been living the life of a fool. Not only did I not redeem myself from being involved with a man, I did not discern that I will never come to a good end........ ~ My story is dedicated to everyone who have entered my life, those who stayed and those who left. One of my favorite poet said: "There is a story, the one and only story that deserves to be told in its entirety." To me, this is exactly what I need to tell. ~

(A translation of the novel 愉此一生 by 南枝; there is also a drama called Till Death Tear Us Apart) Liu Yusheng hails from a rich family. After studying abroad, he returns home to find his inheritance stolen by his other family members. Left with nothing, he found work as a teacher at a small school. In this hopeless state, he meets an old friend, Zhou Yaohua, who, like the majority of China, harbors a hatred against communists, whom Liu Yusheng has connections with. What will be the outcome of their relationship? (hint: check the tags lol)