The iron hooves of that year trampled through the mountains and rivers, and now the Chang'an Road is smooth, but there are still ten miles of rugged land.
People in the Tang Dynasty called it Ten Mile Street. If there is no reason, no, it would be better to say that even if there is any reason, it has been forgotten.
I'm a storyteller.
The most arrogant thing I have ever done in my life is to listen to the snow on the copper tower and watch others say goodbye. I still remember that when I looked out of the small window of the Tonglou, I didn't see the old green mountains, but the mountains were covered with snow and frost, which almost made me feel trance-like.
It didn't matter, I thought of someone again, no, it should be said that I thought of someone again inexplicably - the Li Changjie that the Chinese people call him and his chivalrous wife, Mu Qinghan, who is rumored to be like one.
I had a chance meeting with them when I dreamed about it at midnight. He leads the horse with his left hand, and the horse is tall and full of energy. He was thin in white clothes and had a dim light in his eyes.
I asked him if he wanted to go back to Chang'an for a visit.
He shook his head, pointed at the girl in green who was smiling at me on the horse, and answered softly...
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
