The lonely smoke in the desert is flying with swords, and the bloody storm is followed by thousands of people. Qianlong has experienced calamity in the abyss, ridiculing and slandering many things. I have a great heart and pursue my diary, vowing to use my strength to push forward my righteousness. In the depth of love, love turns weak, and many beauties are destined to return. My hands pushed aside the clouds covering the sun, and the heroes asked me who I was. The avenue becomes invisible and chaotic, and the children of the world return drunk and laughing.