Previous note: I am preparing to start over and write part of it by hand.
Qingpingle·Gongwei
The rain hits the pear blossoms, they dance around the beams, and listen to the frost, morning bells, and evening drums. The sound of horse hooves beats at noon.
How often do you sing while drunk, sleeping leisurely with a pillow and a small fan, but the hero returns late, and looks very drunk in the dream.
A girl with a gentle smile, a girl with an airy and graceful attitude, a girl with a clear face, a girl with cold beauty, a girl with extreme intelligence... Such a beautiful young age blooms in the palace, like a fleeting time.
He is the emperor, a gentleman as jade, gentle and elegant.
He is a prince, free and uninhibited, and soaring through the snow.
He is a swordsman, the dragon chants the sword and walks with the moon shadow in pairs.
He is a secret guard, mysterious and unpredictable, coming and going like the wind.
She is a queen, approachable and passionate.
She is a chivalrous woman, unrestrained, and sings with her sword.
She is a concubine, fighting every step of the way.
They are intersecting threads, and fate connects them together. It is related to the intrigues and bloodshed in the palace, including the swords and swords in the rivers and lakes, love and hatred...
Copywriting and music: Yugan Erhu Yanyang Love Song of Thousand Years