He was originally the prince of the dynasty, but accidentally left his heart in Jiangnan.
He was originally from a noble family, but he fell in love and was entangled for a lifetime.
The flowers bloom silently, the flowers fall silently, and when the flowers bloom and fall, I sigh in the air when the old friend leaves.
Imperial hegemony, ethical principles, and the welfare of the people, whose oath was destroyed, and whose eternal regret was created?
Flowers fall and flowers bloom, green smoke and paper umbrellas, whose lingering and long-cherished wish is in the midnight dream?