Silent Night

Going north to south, there are always a few degrees, wind and sand luggage. Separation and reunion, new joy and old hatred, what is the difference between ancient and modern times. Looking outside the house, the moonlight shines on the bottom of the cold river. Ask Zhu Si, Bai Xueshang is still there, who are her close friends. Whoever does nothing will be ruined. What sorrow and joy there is when it is not what you expected. Talking about the gains and losses in life, the ears of the world are wide open. The sick bones are torn apart and the thoughts are chaotic. This situation needs to be dealt with. But Wu Yan, holding a jade ring in his hand, pointing to the southeast. The Governor's Mansion in Youzhou was burned down overnight, and no one survived. Dark Night Pavilion, a secretive killer organization in the arena, was also involved in the court turmoil. The King of Qi and the Crown Prince were fighting for the throne. The six tribes and three factions, Jingwei and Jingwei, were clearly constraining each other and constantly attacking and criticizing. Emperor Suicheng lingered in the harem and stopped courting every day. Mohe's cavalry army pressed down on the northern border. Suddenly, a bloody storm broke out in the court, harem, rivers and lakes, and everyone was in danger. There seems to be a pair of invisible hands behind these things that are stirring up the situation. The beautiful Orchid from the Western Regions, the fur merchants from the Uighurs, the considerate concubines of the palace, the wily palace eunuchs, the Yanque Tower The wordless sparrow card, the King of Qi and the prince with their own ulterior motives, the emperor's personal guard in charge of Li Jingmen, the young general who resisted the foreign tribes in the north... Toyed with the powerful, concubines, and martial arts masters in the middle of the applause. Who is she? Why is she placed in this whirlpool of power and desire, wandering among these powerful and distinguished figures, walking on a road full of thorns and unable to turn back, like a vengeful evil ghost emerging from the red lotus karma fire of hell, burning the remaining life and using blood to string together the past scattered on the ground. Chunliang, who originally played the piano, painted, made tea, and embroidered, had to pick up the murderous sword and poisonous medicine, and his eyes stained red by blood were mercilessly mocked by fate. Nightmares are hard to wake up from, but good dreams are easy to break. There are corpses everywhere along the way, and all the agencies are trying to figure it out. She doesn't want power or wealth, she just wants to pay with blood and be unyielding. This is a story with only dark plots and bloody killings. It contains all the malice in the world, including greed, lust for power, beauty, jealousy, tyranny, arrogance, laziness, betrayal, and killing. The wind is winging and the clouds are living in. I still remember my hometown in the past. A late visitor wants to visit the fairy, but the drizzle knocks on the green eaves The setting sun is setting, Chang'an is far away, another glimpse of Nanwangguan River Recalling those years, recalling those years, the one who least knew how to worry was the young boy The end of the world, the golden garden, reflects whose hometown Song in the sea, my soul is in pain, I can't complain but it's all sorrow and resentment The spring breeze is mistaken and the fate of the world is still there. Can we still have the peach blossoms? It's like the old days. It's like the old days. It's been years since we left. Qie Fu Suqin coldly startled the geese Spread your wings and defy the sky Who uses the three-foot Qingfeng sword? Pierce the dark side of fate A dream with a thousand layers of city and ten thousand layers of smoke There is no love left on the string Looking back again, the green mountains are silent and the green water is winding The green leaves are swaying, the bamboo shadows are deep, and the longing for love is difficult to convey even though it is thousands of miles away. Stuffed with snow, words of admonishment are cut, a lamp is dazzling with sparks The short song ends, the tears are still wet, and the dilemma of love is half pillowed on the yellow beam. Dreaming back then, dreaming back then, the strings were broken between my fingers. Qie Fu Suqin coldly startled the geese Spread your wings and defy the sky Who uses the three-foot Qingfeng sword? Pierce the dark side of fate It can be known that Suo Sansheng was locked by the Yanyu Bridge My soul is broken when I hear this song again Danqing cannot bear the hatred of being displaced Suddenly a dream seems like a previous life We know that there are no more flower-carrying people in the world Only short songs linger in the world of mortals Don't you see the ruins of the short walls and the deserted city with snow falling on it? "I don't know the meaning of the music when I first hear it, but when I listen to it again, I become the person in the music. The flowers are similar every year, but the people are different every year. The bleak autumn wind changes the world." Before this story reaches the final ending, no one knows what will happen. Maybe you can influence its direction... I look forward to your viewing, and even more, your opinions.