Upstairs in Wangjun, the two drinking couples unveiled the prelude to all the prosperous events;
In Fengluan Pavilion, the figure playing the flute touched the hearts of many young people;
Who was meeting whom in Liancheng ten years ago?
So many memories, so many emotions, hit someone's heart again on this cold and rainy night;
Either desolately, teasingly, or shocked, who is whispering in the ear this time?
"Ha, Fu Chenfei. I thought it floated, sank, and flew. It's really a good name."
"It turns out that not all nights are black, Chu Ye, do you know that you are such a warm night."
"Liu Liangyu, who speaks so coldly, you are so heartless!"
"Xi Lan, Xi Lan, why do you need to cling to the light of the past? To you, it is just a cloud that the formation can never catch."
"If it's Yunyi, how can a mortal like me guess it?"
On Jincheng, within the palace, whose legend will be staged?