Take Red Makeup

Time flies, and several years have passed since the battle of Yinghui Castle. In the mountains far away from the Western Regions, the camellia flowers bloom lightly, the fragrant golden osmanthus is far away, and in a blink of an eye, it is cool autumn again. For the former head of the Luo family, his current focus is not only on shouldering responsibilities, but also on the major life events before him after he has found the art of immortality and Xianqing has been able to reappear in human form... The legend is like a giant dragon diving into the abyss, with only its scales hanging on its wrists. The story is passed down by word of mouth and is no longer what it was before. However, time continues to flow, and the meridian and latitude of their lives are intertwined. Their lives will also open a new chapter—— The shadows of the windy branches and osmanthus leaves rustle, and the chants of crickets are decorated with distant mountain songs. The Tang boat is still sailing against the current, and the moon over the river alone shines affectionately.