The moon is broken, the clouds are gone, the singing and dancing are scattered, and the sound of ringing bells fills the air. The jade carvings on the saddle illuminate the beauty of the flowers, and the laughter is warm despite the cold wind.
The golden armor shoots cold, Weiyang is in chaos at night, and Chang'an is no longer in sight. Lang Xie Xing is far away from Jiuquan, and he vows to shoot Tianlang and point to Helan.
Jianlong in Kyoto is singing and dancing every night, but behind the seemingly prosperous scene is a huge whirlpool. The disputes in the previous dynasty have stirred up again, and in the troubled times, alone, why did she give up her original carefree and comfortable life and step here again, becoming a joke among people after dinner? He accidentally drove Hongluan, and the road ahead, which he had already resigned to his fate, dimmed the night because of his appearance. Whether they are kings, grandsons, nobles or prodigal sons, noble ladies are still the remnants of a fallen country, with young hands and simple hands, the splendid mountains and rivers are at your fingertips, and you can actually laugh at all the tastes of the world.