
The Empire is Coming
About This Novel
The fragrant clothes and shadows on the temples are an old drama, and the past is gone. The eternal moonlight shines all over the past and present, and the vast sea flows across the river. On the beacon, smoke rises everywhere, and the broken blade cuts through the years like silk. Wind and rain have wiped away the red walls and green tiles, leaving behind the yellow flowers of tomorrow. The cheeks mottled by ups and downs, glory and disgrace, will be washed away in a thousand years. A flawless person has no jade, and a yellow bird cannot be bound. In troubled times, duckweed endures to watch the beacon fire burning mountains and rivers. Although I am humble, I dare not forget about my country, even if no one knows me.
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