Jieyuan, who came out of a water town in the south of the Yangtze River, stirred up the bloody past and disturbed the undercurrents under the calm waters of Chang'an.
Flowers in Chang'an, snow in Saibei.
There are always storms in the prosperous times. When you are at the peak of your splendor, a glass of wine is received by thousands of people. When you drink the leftovers, no one knocks on the door.
The bones are buried deep in the blood, the green light shines and the fishy wind rises.
The wind from the north of the Great Wall swept the sand and it fell into my hometown.
[There are many fictional histories where historical facts from various dynasties are mixed together, and they are all artistic adaptations. I hope you will not delve into them, so please forgive me]
Purpose: Feelings of family and country