The Bright Moon in the Qin Dynasty Has a Beautiful Dream Like Cold Water

The curtains are lightly lifted, and the green clothes appear. Across the waterside pavilion, there are many light and shadows, but they cannot break away the ties of a lifetime. With smiles on the brows and tears in the voice, after singing the song of bitterness, hatred and sorrow, the past is like a dream, but the song cannot be finished and the desolation is finally separated. The winter plum blossoms stand proudly in February, and the beauty falls among the flowers. In this world of mortals, what else do you want? Gentle, caring and considerate Is it your love, or is it an exquisite chess game set for me? Who controls the wheel of fate? Why are we struggling again? Thousands of years later, everything is just a sad story hidden in the yellowed history books. It's Zhang Liang's BG This is Xia Xuan's first fanfic, I hope everyone will support it All kinds of rolling and cuteness asking for comments, ball collection~~~ Intention: