The Sorrow of Cangyunlu

On the day when the cold wind rolled up the blood-stained wolf flag, I buried the broken silver bell into the altar with my own hands. The sin of his grandfather's robbery of Yanmen Pass ten years ago has now turned into a star map shackles locked around Proton's neck by the Great Li Dynasty. The prisoners watching the sky at the Suzaku Tower at night, amidst the scoldings of the censors, suddenly discovered that the orchid fragrance given by the emperor was exactly the same as the scent of the blood book at the pass. When the bronze Suzaku on the stargazer held Mr. Wang's throat, the unfinished curse of Glacier Ferry finally rang out: Prairie Son's atonement began by overturning the astrology platform, which was built with the bones and blood of three hundred Confucian scholars. Does the Young Patriarch know that Yinghuoxing loves to drink the blood of the emperor? Broken bells are buzzing among the twenty-eight stars, and under the frozen soil of northern Xinjiang, the sea buckthorn planted by my mother before her death is penetrating the dragon veins of the dynasty. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.