An unprecedented tsunami brought me, who was on vacation at the beach, into the mysterious Qing Dynasty. What would happen?
Is it laughter, pain, or endless longing and waiting?
No one knew I would change history? Or maybe I have been changed by history...
I don't want to come gently, I just want to leave gently. When everything floats away with the wind, all that is left are memories.
A generation of handsome young marshal Fukang'an, a generation of monarchy and young Jiaqing, how will a time-travel romance end.
Who likes it? Who is proud? Who is the winner in this love war?
Everything is constantly being cut and kept in chaos, which is the sorrow of separation, and there is a different feeling in my heart.
Attached is a poem by Qian Zhongshu: There are always times like this/It is for love/that I quietly hide away/What I hide from is the figure/It is inescapable/Silently
Feelings/wandering under the moonlight/wandering in sleep/emotional matters/often/can't explain/it's not that I don't want to love/it's not that I don't want to love/I'm afraid that I'm just afraid of love
is a kind of harm
(There are many historical inaccuracies in this article. It is purely written for conversation. Bow)