The world said, "When I see you, I will be desolate, and the remaining gentlemen will be desolate." He was the national teacher of the Liao Dynasty, and he was also her teacher. She was intoxicated by his infinite tenderness, but behind it was a game he carefully laid. She was just a chess piece, and he failed again and again. Pushing her out, ignoring her latent love, when he was about to end their daughter's life with his own hands, she understood everything. Unfortunately, it was too late. The flowers on the other side were blooming. Beside the Naihe Bridge, "Yun'er, are you willing to come with me?" How should she make a decision?
He is Xiao, she is Yun, the breeze is drunk, the Tang water makes tea, and the flowers are blooming, waiting to look back.
Intention: life