With thousands of troops and horses, among the iron armor and golden swords, who can share life and death with me?
After losing the war, Qingmei breaks off the engagement. For food and war preparation, he married a man.
Is it a sin or fate?
He is entangled with the grudges and grudges of the previous generation, and his love affairs.
Is the life-saving grace in the peach blossom forest a coincidence or a conspiracy?
Before he could figure it out, he had to withdraw. Why?
Intention: In this world, who can walk hand in hand with me and share life and death?