Misty rain spread over the bluestone road in the south of the Yangtze River, and wet raindrops fell from the eaves of the Suzaku Terrace.
All because of the Zhuque Terrace, a play begins and ends.
Mr. He is as gentle as jade and is the most eye-catching spring beauty in the south of the Yangtze River, but he accidentally falls into the arms of the warlord Jin Shanghua. Others only thought that he was a dignified person, and that he was in love with the moon. No one knew that under the moon-white gown, he hid the identity of the secret agent who stirred up the storm.
The wine on the Zhuque stage was full of wine, and the smile between his brows and eyes was half real and half fake. He defends every step of the way and builds an iron wall of defense; he presses forward step by step, his gentleness wrapped in the sharp edge of a knife.
The family and country are in turmoil, and love and hate are difficult to distinguish. When gunshots cut through the mist, where will this encounter that started with calculation go?
In the hazy mist and rain in the south of the Yangtze River, the world is undergoing vicissitudes. Even though there are green mountains and dark water, they are still living in sorrow. Only He Qingchen spends time spying on the boat or going to the teahouse to listen to ditties.
Who overturned this dream? Probably Jin Shanghua.
——"I dreamed back to a place of tenderness for a while, and woke up feeling lovesick in my bones.
Who can share the good times and beautiful scenery? The leisurely sorrow is locked in the dark eyebrow peak. " ——"The Peony Pavilion: Dreams in the Garden"
Purpose: Remembering the heroes