Han Mo was wandering in that life, stirring up the flames of war on the battlefield. He did not want to be the beautiful woman in that life, falling in troubled times, and flying in the fleeting years. The green gauze is graceful, stirring up the prosperity of the whole prosperous age. Half a lifetime of wandering embellishes the incompleteness and sorrow of a lifetime. I don't know how many lifetimes, reincarnation and a bright smile...
How much resentment is buried in a fiefdom? How much sadness can be hidden in a palace? A prince has so much dissatisfaction in his heart.
For the sake of one person, you will fight against each other and become ashes, but you will never regret it.
A thousand-year dream, in the blink of an eye, the past is as light as water and smoke; the song has ended, and the people have dispersed, and it has been a thousand years since the old dream awakened...