When I first met the ignorant girl under the Begonia flower, she was as brilliant as a flower. Then he experienced the loss of his mother and father's love at an early age.
With an imperial edict, she became a saint, forced to cut off worldly sentiments, and shoulder the sacred mission of guarding the world on her weak shoulders.
She was unwilling to accept it, thinking that the rise and fall of the world had nothing to do with her. So he plotted to escape, thinking that from now on, the mountains and rivers would be far away, and he could take a group of people and recite Baitou Fu.
It's just that the wheel of fate has already turned, who can escape and who can escape.
She thought that her father was cowardly and absurd for assuming the role of a majestic emperor, but she did not know the bitterness and helplessness that followed that position. She thought that her lover had planned all the tricks, just for that one moment of glory, and thought that she had spent her years wrongly, but she didn't know that behind the conspiracy and calculations, there was a heavy love and protection. She thought that her family was in decline, and couldn't bear the pain of her ancestors to be wasted, so she tried her best to protect it, but she didn't know how many dirty pasts were buried behind the glamor.
The clan's network of interests is intricately intertwined. The decline of one thing and the growth of the other is a process, and the conspiracy is a game. The temptation of power, forces from all sides are surging, wars are breaking out, and the fate of the dynasty is worrying.
It's just that every time the imperial power changes, it must be at the expense of the flesh and blood of the people in the world, attacking cities and plundering the land, and preying on the people. The winner is the king and the loser is the bandit. How cruel and innocent.
Who sent the brocade book in the clouds, love and righteousness, temptation and mission, how to choose, how to choose.
I can only spend my whole life playing a farewell song, dreaming of a hometown dream, writing a paragraph of madness, writing about half a lifetime of love and sorrow, and telling you my heartfelt feelings.
Intention: Origin determines not only destiny, but also responsibility. Protect the world or destroy it, the country or the people, let's see if the choice is worth it