Burning incense and harp, brewing muddy wine,
The wild geese return to the south and the guests are in Qiu.
That year I listened to a story that I couldn't finish hearing, and I have treasured an era in my heart forever.
In that era, the heroes, talents, prodigal sons and beauties of the time were still in their best years.
The last generation, troubled times; rivers and lakes, forests and mountains; drifting, ups and downs; confidants, passers-by.
"I don't know why such a weak me, such a me with blood on my hands, such a me who has lost my glory, is worthy of his saving."
"I realized later because he said we were friends."
Born by fire, raised by fire, and gone by fire. After seventeen years of fighting, he could only get seventeen crimes.
And he smiled, "Even if everyone in the world changes, I don't want that to happen."
Just keep your true heart for the other person.
"No one is born strong, and no one is born a slave. The people at the top are servants of power, but the people at the bottom are the emperors in their hearts."
He is an exile, a "poisoner" and the absurd singer of heaven and earth.
He is his confidant and the king of the world.
"I have been friends with you for ten years, and I have never seen you happy or angry."
"There is no need to be sad or happy to be friends with you."
This is a legend about friends, choices, and character.
The glory of the Hui Dynasty was finally exhausted in the ruins, and the stormy waves of the Twelve Taiyun Divisions would eventually influence every "remaining person".
Surrender, self-destruction, or becoming king?
We are the ones who create history, but we are not the ones who write it.
This 150-year history begins here.
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