The sky is filled with flowers in Chang'an. On the official road outside the city, the armor of the Western Wei cavalry glows with a cool silver light. Behind Lian Qing is the crumbling Northern Qi Dynasty. He does not know why he has come to this point. Looking at the heavy snow in the sky, he sees in a trance that the unruly prince rode into Chang'an when his old friend returned. The city of Chang'an at that time was also so beautiful.
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