The clouds hang over the vast field, the Big Dipper blows the banner, the sky is filled with yellow worms, bones are everywhere, there are many storms of success and failure. The princes and princes are ambitious, the generals and ministers are passionate, and they are competing to see the heroes competing. Just ask the sky, who can stand in the way of a strong man? A confidant will die in a heart of ice. If you don't see me, the mountains and rivers will be in the dust and mist for thousands of years.
The jade and gold steps, the carved beams and painted buildings, are still full of fragrant grass. Where the beauties of the past are drifting away, the jade bones are left in the air, and the fragrant soul is seen drifting with the wind, but the twilight is thick in the green tomb.
This is the country of Yan, and she is the Queen of Yan.
He does not have the appearance of conquering the country, but he has the heart to govern the country.
The King of Yan has nothing to do with the world, but the prime minister has ulterior motives.
How should she handle herself?
Who is the one who writes history?
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Late cover fun~ Since I couldn't find a suitable picture, I just drew one...
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