Luoyu in the south of the Yangtze River, Murong in the capital.
To the south and to the north, the king cannot see the king.
Dear Dear Your Highness.
I have been brewing this text for three years. .
Keep it in mind all the time, it belongs to our world. .
Your flying feather needle, my alluring sword.
Your Langcang Xiao, my Pokong Qin.
At this moment, would you like me to play a song for you?
At this moment, you are just Nangong Yu, and I am just Murong Wan. I am no longer the master of Luoyu House and Lord of the Seven Saints Palace, okay?
To my Highness, my Gong Ziyu.
Give it to me, Murong Wan in my heart.
It's night, pour a glass of wine, stand on the city, and look to the east.