The Northern and Southern Dynasties is a melodious tragedy that gave birth to countless heroes. It is a mysterious history of swords and swords and thousands of horses galloping.
The setting sun, the grass and trees, the ordinary alleys, where the slaves of humanity once lived.
I think back then, when we were strong and strong, we could swallow thousands of miles like a tiger.
But looking back, under the Buddha and Li Temple, there is a sacred crow drum.
Tuoba Tao attacked Rouran from afar, destroyed the Xia Kingdom, overthrew the Northern Yan regime, unified the north, and founded the Taohuayuan Empire.
The river is raining, the river is full of grass, and the six dynasties are like birds singing in the sky.
The most ruthless willow is Taicheng Liu, still smoked ten miles away from the embankment.
Liu Yilong witnessed the overt and covert fighting of the Song Dynasty royal family, and the fratricide, and was finally pushed to the supreme throne by fate. He eliminated powerful ministers internally and resisted powerful enemies externally. He carried out the last wish of the late emperor, regained the Central Plains, sealed the wolf in Xu, and vowed to be the emperor for eternity and create a prosperous era of Yuan Dynasty.
Three Northern Expeditions to the Central Plains, the thrilling Yuanjia Battle with Tuoba Tao, the Southern Dynasty infantry approaching the Yellow River, and the Northern Wei cavalry drinking their horses in the Yangtze River, but they were always flat.
He is a descendant of the royal family who was lost in the turbulent times. He went through many ups and downs, fought on the battlefield, made great achievements in battle, and was the embodiment of wisdom and beauty. He became famous for a while, but was finally crowned king and prime minister, but abandoned his glory and retired to the mountains and rivers. He is a mysterious figure who is not even recorded in the history books.
Why does it arise? Is it fate or reincarnation? The butterflies and flowers fall, the lights and stars, the voices of people are dim, and the songs are endless. The beacon fire of the troubled times; helplessly, the falling flowers follow the flowing water intentionally, and the flowing water loves the falling flowers ruthlessly. The origin and destiny are all destiny. The world is drunk, and the love of this life will die in dreams. The world is crazy, and the foolish heart will not regret the half-life fate.
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Concept: A love that travels through time and space
