There is a kind of unique flower in Yunwu Mountain. It has hundreds of flowers in bloom, its fragrance spreads ten miles away, and it remains unbeatable all year round. Because the blooming posture was too ostentatious, it alarmed the Chang'an Palace.
Ten years ago, the Empress Dowager abandoned the Han Dynasty to Wang Mang because of her obsession with the peonies.
Ten years later, another woman who was obsessed with peonies appeared in the palace, causing a bloody storm and shaking the country.
Xue'er is the apprentice of flower farmer Wei Zili, but she doesn't know how to play with flowers that last all year round. The mountain rain is about to come, black rust has corroded the eyes, and the bones are cold. Close to Ye's cheek, a sigh came from afar, and Xueer was overwhelmed by the overflowing emotions.
No matter how reluctant you are to say goodbye, you still have to wave goodbye. If you want to leave, just leave. Happiness is your happiness, sadness is your sadness. I am just a passerby who likes to pick up my mood. Occasionally I pass by you, and my steps are heavy because of your tears.
Wei Zili: I would like to have a big house facing the sea, but if that doesn't work, a stream will do. The wishes I once had were as fruitful and glorious as the peonies twining around their branches, but the ending turned out to be a lethargy that I could not predict. I have worked hard and tried countless times to exchange a white hair that fell last night for your head of green hair and lush branches. But this lonely night was suddenly filled with lush sadness. They left after dawn and set out on the road with their own thoughts, heading for an unpredictable distance.
Bai Yiruo: Nothing? It's really nothing! I just think about it, and when I look back and think about it occasionally, my eyes won't burst into tears, but there is no longer a happy smile on my lips. No matter what, I will eventually embed my deep blessings into your stubborn back. I hope there will always be a gleam of light to warm your cold and haggard youth.
Xueer: White horse in white clothes, my love has died and turned into a horse bell. If there is an afterlife, it will be tied tightly around your neck. Flowers bloom all year round, and every flower is dyed with blood. I am tired of it. I just want to be a meter of moss flower, and release a pure and authentic mood in the long lonely night...
Intention: Because I love you, I have changed my appearance, but I cannot change the blood of love.