The old dynasty is in the west, the two princes Xuanhui and Xuanhui are standing in a tripod, and they are divided into one side, and the wealthy families are also divided into factions, each with its own restrictions. In the midst of troubled times, some people can't bear the renewed war in the world and seek peace in temples; some people can't bear that the building will collapse and try their best to revive the dynasty; some are looking forward to the day when a new hero will rule the world again...
The clouds in the stream are beginning to rise, the sun is sinking into the pavilion, and the mountain rain is about to come, and the wind is filling the building. Sudden inspiration, imaginary history, write a little story for yourself :)
Intention: The torrent of history rolls forward