In the last years of the Western Qin Dynasty, there were natural and man-made disasters, undercurrents surged, heroes emerged together, and there were countless people who connected counties across states.
For a moment, we are at war with each other, for whose kingdom?
No matter what senior officials say, everything will change.
She used to be a lady in the officialdom, but overnight she became a victim of crime and was ready to be slaughtered. When she fell from that high position, she realized that she was worthless. The road ahead was as long and dark as night. How should she struggle to survive?
When the music and songs have died down and the three thousand flowers have faded, it is still the same sky and the same person.
Fireworks burst into full moon beside the meandering water. She held a silver-faced mask with her slender fingers. She was dressed elegantly in white and had a light smile. Her voice was as clear as a spring: "Please ask Dongliu Shui, who do you want to be with?" As softly as a whisper, "You promised me your life, have you ever forgotten it?"
One flower and one world, one leaf and one pursuit, one song and one sigh, one life for one person.
The sorrow of love in troubled times is just for one sentence: I am willing to grow old together with my son.