The autumn wind passes through the window and passes through the city wall. You are in the court, and you are on the battlefield.
When the wind blows, I dance the sword while you pick the string; I grind the ink while you write; I make tea while you mark the papers.
It's just a short time, you plan, I will meet the strategy; I fight the enemy, you beat the drum; you become the emperor, I become the minister. Without him, it would be a perfect match.
The sun was setting at the entrance of Wuyi Alley, but the erotic palace was locked in late autumn.
Only when your face withered did you realize that you were still no match for the country and the country.
Concept: Women in the feudal era