Small bridges and flowing water, pavilions and ancient roads, birds singing and flowers fragrant, maids and attendants coming and going, each busy with the work at hand, it doesn't look like they are deliberately showing off for the purpose of recording a program. All the scenes are too realistic, with birds flying in the trees, swaying flowers and trees, and the breath of life that can't be seen in all directions.
An Yi grabbed Wen Jinheng's sleeve, and he turned back and looked at An Yi.
"Brother, what year is this year?" "The year of Langxing."
"This... Where is this?" "My prince's residence - Prince Heng's Mansion."
An Yi loosened his sleeves, looked up at the sky, walked back into the house, closed the door tightly, and leaned on it. Everything was wrong. She was even a little sure that she had arrived in another dimension.