The Tang Dynasty was prosperous and prosperous. I don't know, behind that glitz, how many women have their destinies influenced. How many women have hurriedly sacrificed themselves in the tide of princes and nobles spending money like water before they had a chance to find their own happiness??????
This wheel of history keeps moving forward, crushing so many beautiful dreams and crushing so many flower-like faces. If possible, I would like to continue the broken dream; if possible, I would like to protect that flower-like face. I don't want to accuse history, because words are too weak. I just want to write an elegy for those flowers that are still blooming in the future. If possible, I am willing to change the sad ending and continue a beautiful dream??????
He Manzi, this is a name tainted with desolation. Every time I put it in my mouth, it always tastes bitter. This tragic song of the prosperous Tang Dynasty pays tribute to this lily-like soul.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
