A person with a famous face through the ages, without makeup and wearing white clothes. Ten years later, Emperor Xiao Jing, whose temples were stained with white frost, once again stepped onto the cold bricks and stones of Zhaoyang Palace. The water ripples in the full celadon wine glass in his hand turned into continuous melancholy and sprinkled on the place where the person he had held in his heart for half his life had stopped.
Back then, Mo Qiuran, who was as cold as water and had thin eyebrows, could no longer be forgotten by him. Deep in the palace, this frail scholar helped him cut through the thorns and thorns, pacify the rear party, and stabilize the world. His peerless youth made it impossible for him, the emperor, to distinguish whether the word "Mo Xiang" was his pillar minister or his beloved lover.
But he didn't expect that when he finally stood on the top of the mountains to accept the worship of all the people, the people in Zhaoyang Palace had already spent their whole life's efforts. The figures of the famous figures of the generation are also falling in the rustling autumn wind, and there is no return date.