The fire in Chengqian Palace burned harder and harder, and my breathing became heavier and heavier. The blazing firelight reflected my cold face, constantly spitting out hot fire messages.
The golden light of the fierce fire turned my blood, which was about to solidify, into an extremely moving piece of amber. The carved beams and painted buildings in the palace were unbearably burnt, and they all emitted crisp neighing sounds like cracking brocade. I seemed to have returned to the stage where the golden glow was as brilliant as the pink clouds, the place where I first met him.
Listen! The gongs and drums in front of the curtain first come to tune the strings and play the huqin. In the middle of the scene, they sit down to play the single-skin snare drum, and then they play the pan.
"It turns out that the colorful flowers are blooming all over the place, but they are all left in ruins."
Just when I was about to get drunk in this endless trance, my ears seemed to be ringing with the words that Master burst out hysterically:
"The wrath of heaven! The wrath of heaven! You evildoer who is causing harm to the world!"
Intention: If you think this is the rectification of the name of the prince who inherited Qian, then you are wrong.