In October of the third year of Jianling, it snowed in Chang'an. On the steps of the courtyard, there was a person who stopped and looked. "The war in the north is almost over. Erlang will also come back." Dayun was just established, but the barbarians were still unconvinced. A bizarre destruction of the Shence Army, will it lead to a shocking conspiracy, or will the old dream never come back? They were a match made in heaven, but they were separated by fate. If I changed my skin, would you still recognize me? The flowing clouds have dispersed and the mountains and rivers are clear, and the water and the moon sing over the years.