Lang came riding a bamboo horse and went around the bed to make green plums. She is the daughter of a wealthy gentry in the capital, and he is a world-famous civil and military champion. The love between the husband and the concubine, everything is so natural... The red candle is hanging high, and the wedding hall is happy. In a sudden change, the person in front of her became the stranger she was most familiar with. His intimacy with others and the tenderness in his eyes were no longer hers. His words: "Girl, did we know each other before?" Sadness, despair, helplessness... Who can she confide all kinds of sadness to? When she decided to recall his memory, news came from the palace that he was selected as the consort... The flowers on the road are blooming, when will Qian Qian return... With her efforts, and the inexplicable throbbing he saw in her, can the flowers on the road bloom and be colorful?