The rain is greasy, the clouds are fragrant and the wind has stopped/The flowers are falling and Pang Yan is flying/The palace is stained with green sleeves/The blood rains and the tears of the dynasty/The fallen leaves are still in the moonlight of the river/Autumn heart does not cross the hometown...
By mistake, he fell into the era of Eguan, where the belt and the sword were in balance. Ambition was accompanied by lust and hatred, ruthlessly devouring the surrounding fragrant emotions.
The truth gradually emerged, and Wu Shang trembled in the dark night, enduring the inexplicable panic alone.
Embodying the devil's soul, a shadow dances on the sword leaf of the calamus, history is written in blood-mixed ink, and the words are filled with totems of destiny.
Even though history is like a rock, young hearts still fight, how many times? Go through the long night of history to find tomorrow.
The afterglow of dusk coats the mottled remains of loved ones with a warm red of longing. Even if there is no tender talk before death, no fleeting love, the eternal tranquility of falling maples cannot fill the long-term singing and crying at the feet...
It just seems to be fictional history~ The plot requires it. If there are any dissatisfaction, I hope my friends will bear with me~~ (It's a bit BL, please ignore it if you feel uncomfortable)