There is no prototype, fictional history.
The government and the public were in turmoil, and the young emperor defended the country. Yuan Jie was ordered to face danger, and his life was often hanging by a thread in the deep palace. Xiao Zeyou was restrained outside the palace, and the two worked together to turn things around, but were separated by the gangsters. The hatred of killing his brother was irreconcilable, and it was difficult to agree with the dirty tyranny.
Isolated and helpless, Yuan Jie finally sets up a series of traps within traps to remove his beloved in troubled times, and he is nothing more than duckweed, and his love cannot be fully restored.
There is no country, and love is just a wisp of smoke.
The country is broken, the mountains and rivers are still there, and the old people in the city are hard to find.
The ancient Buddha of Qingdeng is in a dilemma, the worldly bond is as hard to break as the dream comes true.
In front of the dilapidated temple and the Qingdeng Ancient Buddha Hall, who is murmuring, complaining about the injustice to fate, and praying for mercy from God...
Concept: Between the hatred of the country and the family, love is just a touch of dust in the wind, heavy but not worth mentioning.