He was so angry that he leaned against the railing and the rain stopped.
He raised his eyes, looked up to the sky and roared, with strong feelings.
Thirty years of fame and dust, eight thousand miles of clouds and moon.
Xianyou shame, still not snow.
When will the hatred of the ministers be destroyed?
Driving a long car, crossing the gap in Helan Mountain.
The ambition is to eat the meat of Huns when they are hungry, and to drink the blood of Huns when they are thirsty.
Waiting to start over, clean up the old mountains and rivers, and face the sky.
Huang Hua envoy and Rong Ce. Xifu praises and Zhongxingye. They have the same beauty as the silk robes, and the warriors are heroic. Qiang Yan already knows how to express his farewell, Li Ju will sing a new song. I hate this feeling like the moon is still missing after the Mid-Autumn Festival.
The cuckoo hates and cries for blood. The world is wrong, cast into iron. I am afraid that the river of sorrow will never end, and the mountains of sorrow will rise thousands of times. A flying light will enter the wine, and the sword that has been sharpened for ten years is now like snow. But in the Ming Dynasty, the sky is frosty and the wind and clouds are cracking.
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In the eighth year of Xianyou's reign, the government and the public were in turmoil. The Yue family was accused of collaborating with the enemy and treason, and was executed by the whole family. Only one woman survived by chance and went to Beijing under a different name, vowing to clear her family's grievances.
The old things are buried, and the whole court is silent.
[The orphan girl of the general × the prince's important ministers]
Intention: The world is not black and white. When will the hatred of the ministers be eliminated?