Thousands of flowers know the Lord, and his beauty dances to the heavens. All the flowers are hurt, and the face is sad to leave.
Yan waved his whip, and thousands of flowers poured out. Thousands of soldiers and horses, blood splattered.
Thousands of flowers protect the Lord and follow Yan's thoughts. Apart from Yan Xin, no one is immune.
The whip is there and the person is, the cycle of life and death. Beauty is fragile, love is loyal.
The beauty of the city, the dignity of the queen. Qingmei is jealous and hates each other.
Where is the bright future? We are already strangers. The world is hot and cold, and the heart is indifferent.
Indifferent and noble, the breeze is proud. The grievances between emperors still exist today.
From generation to generation, there is no end. What Yan desires is pure and light.
Forced by the state of the world, we are really helpless. No matter how much you think about it, it becomes empty.
The only companion I have is a whip. Under the peach burn, the memories still remain.
I have been entangled all my life, just because of love. The Wanqi clan has been like this for generations.
Even if it is beautiful, so what?
"The queens of the Wanqi tribe have been stunningly beautiful for generations. How come she was born so ordinary?"
"Qianjue, after all, you got to know me because of a whip, and all your kindness to me is only because of this whip. Now that I have restored my appearance and status, do you think you can still win my eyes?"
"I have never thought about the grudges between our two countries. For you, I am willing to betray the world."
"Wan Qiyan, you and I have grown up together, but mine has always been about repaying kindness with enmity. Now that you have everything, why bother pushing each other step by step?"
Under the peach blossoms, with you in my eyes, the picturesque scenery fades into the background.