In the first year of Sichuan Ze, the first rain in Tianque kicked off the season. The new emperor ascended the throne, beheaded the powerful eunuchs with an iron fist, and killed foreign ministers with quick hands. Blood splashed on the red walls, rain beat on the green tiles, and the golden palace was in turmoil.
The Queen Mother lowered the curtain, and the pearls and jade threads covered the undercurrent; the Prince took charge of the regency, and the mysterious python held the bright moon with its claws. The right prime minister died and remonstrated, red went down the hall steps, and went up to the sky.
The government and the public were shocked by what they heard, and chaos broke out again. The governor died, alliances were broken up and contracts were defeated, and all parties were turbulent and chaotic.
If you are bound to the conflict between good and evil, who can counterbalance it for destiny?
Wait for the rain to take a break.
A person walked past the willow outside the path and stepped into the sky with a pair of black boots.
Intention: The heroes compete to rebuild the mountains and rivers.
