There was a illustrious Zongzhou, and the rivers were declining day by day.
There are two armies facing each other, fighting each other.
There is a person who has a feather fan and silk scarf, and is as angry as a tiger swallowing thousands of miles. While talking and laughing, his oars and oars are turned into ashes.
Someone sang a red gauze song, and the smoke grew in the desert, causing the frosty sky and broken swords to rise.
Someone cut off the long river in the sky with a sword, and the rolling waves flowed eastward.
There is a man in white clothes, carrying a sack and dragging his luggage, walking in the deep mountains and huge valleys.
There is a bright red python robe that refers to a deer as a horse. He is in a position of extreme authority and his ministers have power over the government and the public.
Some people help each other, and the situation remains the same.
Some people raised their eyebrows and their heads were as white as new.
Some heroes grow old, and some beauties grow old.
Princes, generals and ministers, princes in purple robes, common people, traffickers and pawns.
The country changed hands, the course was changed, the sea was clear and the river was clear, and the land of China was sinking.
The world is cold and full of strange things. Jumping on the chessboard, it's like a horse watching flowers.
It has been lonely through the ages, and there are pictures to draw lessons from, but nothing more.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.