
About This Novel
Outside the Wangjian Gate, wild hooves were rolling, and a scene of dust and smoke covered the sun and the sky. Listen to the music and singing in Jiuzhou every night, light up the lights of thousands of cities, raise the clouds and shine the moon. I want to find a river and water, and recall the passing years. So pick a pale rose and travel thousands of miles across rivers and mountains. Although I saw the old ministers returning to the garden, singing and singing every night, and the wild hooves rolling. But there is the great ambition of the current king, the cold weather is rustling, and the iron horse is golden. Even though we travel through thousands of rivers and mountains, we still can't count the heroes from all over the world. And the shadows of the years are like water and wind, flowing eastward and never returning, Just pick a lamp, the shadow of the sword is rustling, and the melodious music of the piano is played.
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