Dreaming back to the Tang Dynasty, the delicate fragrance of blood plum blossoms lamented yesterday's parting and loneliness. Under the bright red peonies, true lovers are sad when they are separated. Ino was reading Yang Yuhuan's biography on an accidental dark night, but found a plum blossom that was as red as blood, and the dots were as bright as the beautiful red lips of a beauty. Suddenly, a woman called out, "Inuo, come on", and Inuo dreamed back to the Tang Dynasty. How could this modern woman win the love of all the people in the palace? Under the peonies, she couldn't bear to leave, so she soaked her middle finger with the blood of white peonies. In an instant, the peony red was dripping.