In March of spring, when the kites were flying and the grass was growing, Mo Ran received the imperial edict and was ordered to go to the martial arts conference in Huangshan Mountain. He traveled all the way and felt very uncomfortable. On the edge of Poyang Lake, in Huangmei Town, the wisp of white caught his eye, "If King Yan doesn't give up, just call him Xiangchu." The sneak attack in the middle of the night, the interception on the official road, the conspiracy in Huarong Villa - who is it, who is the dark shadow hiding in the dark? There is also that misty white - under the gauze, there is a lot of amorous feelings. The chess game has begun. Who is the chess piece and who is the hand holding the chess piece. Above the chess game, there is a roar of wind.