The rivers and lakes are filled with blood and rain, the white clothes are as plain as plain, the hair is dancing wildly, and the childish face is withered.
I ask what love is, but I see the decaying grass is green and the willows are sparse.
I'm drunk tonight, the world is thousands of miles away, and it's hard to find my way back.
Who is called a singer? He keeps the plum blossoms and the separation and union.
——"Let go. If you don't let go, I will die with you right now. I want to see whether you are faster in planning or my sword."
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In fact, it is a story about a younger brother who was betrayed by his elder brother and tried hard to get revenge. Then the senior brother who liked him continued to help behind the scenes and led to a tangled and bloody story... Ahem