He, who was born a royal relative, turned into a tender spring in front of her and embraced her in his arms.
She, an ordinary Xiaojiabiyu from Jiangnan, was cold and aloof, but her heart strings were messed up in front of him, and her face was moved by him.
Under the peach blossoms, they are a beautiful couple, dressed in purple and rolled up in white, beating the snow, holding hands but unable to know their ending.
Mo Lanxin: The young master is very elegant, but he also came here to see this peach blossom?
Helian Jingchen: If you don't mind me, I'm willing to go with you, okay?
Mo Lanxin: The red color is flying, making ripples in the dream. This feeling and scene will never be forgotten after just one glance.
Helian Jingchen: Exactly, it can be said that this is the windy and rainy day in February when spring comes back. It feels like the passage of time under the green peach trees. There are still three thousand trees with red leaves, which are not as beautiful as the first blooming one.
Within the palace wall, they were monarchs, ministers, husbands and concubines, their dark eyebrows furrowed slightly to conceal their sadness. The seven-foot palace wall blocked the love and affection of the past, and the infatuation was no longer there.
Mo Lanxin: Jingchen, have you forgotten all the things you did under the flowers back then?
Helian Jingchen: Back then? I am the monarch of this country, the emperor who commands the world. If it is just the love between children, there is no need to mention it.
Mo Lanxin: Then... How about enjoying the peach blossoms with me one more time.
Helian Jingchen: It's nonsense. If you have nothing else to do, just step back.
She didn't see him for the last time until the day she left.
He regretted it, but had no chance to make amends.
He said that he would search for her even if he traveled to the ends of the earth.
However, when the national crisis is at hand, how will he choose between country or beauty...