At night in Chang'an, hundreds of homes are silent, and old friends send thousands of mourning jars with tears.
Chonglou × Fuchen
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He is Chonglou, the prince is Chonglou
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It is the only softness in Fuchen chess
It's the goose-feather heavy snow in Chongchun City
It is the reincarnation of gods and Buddhas in the eyes of the world
The throne is at your fingertips
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She is Fuchen, the orphan girl Fuchen
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It's the ten-death-no-life game played by Chonglou Chess.
It's the life-threatening ban in Chongchun City
He is the weak plotter in the hearts of the world
Killing at every turn for the sake of the queen
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Finally he lay in the snow and held her hand tightly
Smile, I love these conspiracies
Intention: The crime of carrying a jade