Ten years ago, when she met him in Hualou Sheng Nandong, her face was stained with blood on her sleeves, and her eyes were full of emptiness. Everything in the world could not be seen. The country was broken and no one cared for her. When she recognized him, red flames burned in the blue sky for seven days and six nights, and his warm arms wrapped tightly around her brocade and neon clothes, promising her that he would prosper in the palace one day, so that she would not be disturbed and displaced. Ten years later, there was a storm in the city, and the blood-refined sword and bow cut off seven souls, and he became the prime minister. When he met her again, she covered her eyes with red silk, making it impossible to distinguish the color of everything. His knife and dagger cut through her eyebrows, and he sneered: "What I want is shadows, not dust."
The golden sword and the military horse chase each other for thousands of years, and the iron horse has a romantic life.