Cui Zhaoyu relived her life. She didn't want hatred to continue into her life. She should live a free and unrestrained life. This woman who would never confine herself to the backyard completely thought about it. She wanted to lie on her back in a fishing boat in the lake for a whole day, cross the majestic desert, ride a horse in the green fields, taste the scenery of the solitary smoke and the sunset, take a closer look at the ocean that is the same color as the sky, take a few pots of wine, ride the moonlight, go to the military camp guarding the battlefield in the north, dance with weapons with a group of drunken soldiers, and go into battle to kill the enemy. If you ask Cui Zhaoyu, will he save Li Huan in this life? Her answer is still: yes. If you ask Cui Xingzhi, will he raise an army against Li for her in this life? His answer is: No. He would never let millions of soldiers die because of his selfish desires, and she would never let the people of the world lose a wise king because of her personal grudges. Cui Zhaoyu is the daughter of Cui Xingzhi's mentor, and it is this man's love that he cannot tell in his lifetime, accompanying the frost in northern Xinjiang for thousands of miles. When time came again, he wanted to take away this ray of moonlight, but he was interested in love instead of courtesy. One day, the arm of the high-spirited young general was stained with blood, and the red tassels on his gun fell on the place where the dead were buried. The moonlight that could not be caught actually came to his side, accompanied by thousands of troops, shaking the mountains and rivers.
This is a place forgotten by time and space, but all history is intertwined here, and people outside see only long stretches of yellow sand. The soul from another world thousands of years ago, the melancholy blue-eyed foreign businessman, the woman who was bound by feudal ethics and died in depression. The moonlight of millions of years ago accompanied the pure and sincere person.
The wind that once measured thousands of miles of land blew again at the border, and a swirling and mysterious sound sounded, and a few shadowy figures appeared again.
Intention: People have been swept away by the torrent in different eras, and ordinary people are even more incapable of doing so. Show female power and pursue freedom. It is a simple satire on the social ills of inequality between men and women since ancient times. Against the current era of fast-food online reading, some novels give flat descriptions of protagonists, intending to create many flesh-and-blood people.