Murong Xiyou, who is famous all over the world, is sitting under the pine forest holding a sword, the sound of dew drops is heard, and her beautiful face is gray and lifeless.
Upstairs in the Mingyue Tower, the young prince in white clothes suddenly put down the amber lamp in his hand and stood up with a smile amidst the commotion.
In the empty room of Si Tianjian, the noble prince in black clothes and golden crown twisted out strange spells under his long fingers. In the darkness, his phoenix eyes curved into a gorgeous arc.
The young king with an unparalleled appearance under the nine-color crown, long eyelashes drooping, and a smile with makeup hiding an unexplained loss.
The emperors and generals who have been entangled for a lifetime,
The precarious King Tu's hegemony,
Love and hate blur the grievances and grievances in the world,
The lamentation of the blue sky.
The enchanting blond man sat on the edge of the hazy Yinghai Sea. He smiled and put away the flowing threads on his fingertips, and the silver harp sounded softly.
It seems like a prophecy, like a sigh.
--Murong, I am not satisfied with the glory I promised you for a lifetime.
It's time to pay back. . .