The soup of the son is coming, and it is rising on the Wanqiu. There is love but no hope.
Kanqi beats the drum, under the Wanqiu. There is no winter and no summer, it is worth its egret feathers.
Hitting the fou is the way of Wanqiu. There is no winter and no summer, just like the egret.
Zhongyuan led his generals to attack the Turks at night. The Turks were caught off guard and were destroyed. Such a country hates family feud, and the little Turkic princess vowed that firstly, the bitch will not die a good death, and secondly, the scumbag will pay with blood.