Deep in the windy and snowy Jiangnan, a lonely Suzhou-style garden looms, filled with the glory of the past and the decline of today. In the center of the lake, the "Huanshi Shui Pavilion" is crumbling in the cold wind, the roof is covered with snow, and the "Yan" flag hanging on the corner of the eaves is broken and rustling in the cold, as if whispering the tragedy and unwillingness of a lost dynasty.
On the stone bridge by the frozen lake, a middle-aged man wearing a dark cloak, Murong Longcheng, stood alone with his back to the vast world. He held a broken sword tightly in his hand, the tip of the sword hanging to the ground, and the bright red blood stained on the white snow, which was shocking, just like his bloody grand plan that had been unfinished for half his life. Beside him, a broken jade pendant lay quietly, with the four characters "Xingfu Dayan" on it, which was the only obsession in his life and a heavy curse passed down from generation to generation in his family.
The distant Bianjing Palace loomed in the clouds and mist. It was a symbol of the imperial power of the Song Dynasty. It formed a cruel contrast with Murong Longcheng's lonely figure, showing what an unshakable and powerful opponent he faced. Dark clouds billowed in the sky, and a dragon seemed to be looming. A bolt of lightning cut through the leaden sky, instantly illuminating the corner of the "Shenhe Village" plaque deep in the garden, indicating that a fateful decisive battle was about to begin.
The falling plum blossoms, broken letters from home, and the faint silhouette of swallows in the distance all tell the story of the lost warmth and the homeland that cannot be returned, trapping Murong Longcheng in this desolate and desperate situation.
