The ministers in the Xuanshi Palace admire it, and the willows on Zhangtai are envied by everyone. The emperor wanted to open the border and resorted to force, but the concubine wanted to attract the saint and spread rumors. The transport is delivered to the canopy and is close to Beichen. No one can hide his name by brushing his clothes. The young man is not familiar with worldly affairs, but his appearance is respectful and arrogant. Ren Xuancheng: Behind us, there are lights, Qionglou, and people we have missed for a long time. Just go ahead and do whatever you want to settle, I'm here to keep you safe. Qiu Yu: You are like the early morning, like the moonlight, I dive into the darkness and pass you by. If God doesn't accept it, I will accept it, and if the king's law doesn't care, I won't.
Concept: refreshing writing, growth, above the imperial court, palace marquis, house fighting, metaphysics, ancient fantasy, emotion
