Ziyu Jiangnan (Gl)

In AD 662, a simple three-point sign on the page that had already quietly changed history. The state of Xu was strong and prosperous, while the state of Zheng, Shu and Xia were in a state of mediocrity. And in Jinling in the south of the Yangtze River, Qinhuai is prosperous ten miles away. Back then, she lowered her eyebrows lightly and flicked her slender fingers, enchanting the city and the country. In this simplicity, whose story is hidden... The two people's threads were entangled together, and the general trend of the world finally buried the original... The moonlight cooled the past, and the sword decisively killed. Who spoke fiercely in the court, her face and shirt were stained with blood on the battlefield, her helmet was under the sky, leaving only a lifetime of sighs... And the setting sun in the south instantly covered the robe of the woman looking from afar on the tall building, parting and reuniting, but never coming together. It turns out that so many meetings and reunions are in the end a prelude to parting... If... In the future, we can stop standing on these two sides... In the end, I was drunk in Jiangnan and Qinhuai, just waiting for you to come back. On the pavilion, the chill hit. Holding the east flowing water in hand, looking down at the mourning.