One is an iron-blooded emperor, and the other is a fairy who lives in the mortal world. An accidental meeting closely links the fate of the two. That day, she was on the Wangxin Cliff, her heart first moved, but it was fate that made her devote her whole life to him; that night, under the red candle tent, he raised the case in pairs, but it was difficult to reconcile her feelings. Although the country was there, the beauty could not come back; at that moment, she was burned in the flames at the foot of Bogu City, but she had no regrets in this life. Thousands of sails passed by the Forgotten River, but the bridge would always be with her. In these minutes and seconds, life after life, even if moths fly into the flames and the wax torch turns to ashes, I only wish to win the heart of one person, keep my head white and white, and sit and watch thousands of sails passing by, and they are like mandarin ducks.