If the prosperous Tang Dynasty brought people freedom and majesty, then the Song Dynasty was mixed with decadent and scattered prosperity, like the last breath exhaled by a fallen giant. With mixed flavors, the Song Dynasty was like a strange flower blooming on the journey of history.
This is a story that happened in the late Northern Song Dynasty. It has a specific era and names, but I gave it a different life and story. Forgive me for revising the history. Looking at those old events in Penglai through the passing years, how do you know whether they are willing to live like this?
She should be a hero and a beautiful woman. But it turns out that peach blossoms are beautiful, 30% love, 70% hurt.
When he first met her, she looked like the bright moon in the sky, and he felt satisfied even looking at her brilliance from a distance. Her family faced great changes, and he pushed her into the endless abyss with his own hands. When he returned to his dreams at midnight, he often saw those sad eyes.
She hated him to the core, but she chose to fall into his arms. She was so close to him, she could kill her enemy with every inch and every breath. If a sword can really wipe out grudges, can they all be freed?
In the flames of war and the fallen city, our eyes faced each other, as if we were in another world.