Red crisp hands, yellow wine, the city is full of spring scenery and willows on the palace walls.
The east wind is evil and happiness is thin,
With a heavy heart and a few years of separation,
Wrong, wrong, wrong.
Spring is as old as before, people are thin and empty, and the tears are red and wet;
Peach blossoms fall, Xianchi Pavilion,
Although the mountain alliance is there, it is difficult to trust the brocade book.
Mo, mo, mo.
A young and promising political upstart meets a homeless orphan who accidentally loses his memory. Whether the tossing love can escape the arrangement of fate, for him, is the country or beauty the most important thing? And the mystery behind her may lead to earth-shattering changes.