On a dark and windy day, two sneaky men were squatting on the eaves of the palace.
The emperor, who was sitting upright in the main hall during the day, was lying casually on the roof, holding his head with one hand, tilting his body and asking the people next to him,
"Ayang, will I make the world a better place?"
"Maybe not. The world has its own direction, but you can make us better at a certain moment."
The girl in the imperial uniform looked at the moon sincerely and said these words gently.
Sure enough, only by her side did Zhao Chen feel that he was still a young man and that he still had the passion to support him in facing the rise and fall of a dynasty.
The shadows of the trees swayed, the shadows of the moon shone brightly, and their figures flickered under the moon, like eternal shadows.
Purpose: Under the torrent of history, there will always be people who bravely go upstream.