Looking back, time and years are hard to leave behind. After ten years in Chang'an, old dreams are hard to find.
As Yan flew south, snow fell one after another, and the snow sky was filled with three feet of snow.
The red door has an antique fragrance, the turret has ancient trees, the flat road has ancient sun, and the glazed tile roof.
This year, there are dazzling things to see, prosperity everywhere, guests are thinking about things, but they are empty-minded, and people's hearts are not what they were yesterday.
At the Emperor's feet, no one cares.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
