Qingming Pavilion is a mysterious organization that arose out of nowhere. It is famous for its fine wines, its wealth, its brains, and its Qingming Bang, which claims to know everything and everything. After all, who can refuse to play swordsman under the window of apricot blossoms, drink flowers and wine, and gossip about the world's affairs while drinking and listening to books?
The most eye-catching "heroes" on the Qingming list can be said to be the most outstanding people in the world... And the world's wonders. For example, the stupid and incompetent emperor Zhuchen and his hard-working Prime Minister, and the arrogant Prince An who is disliked by the people of Jinxian.
However, fate is not as good as man. Zhuchen, who had survived for five years under Prime Minister Jiang's dedicated management, was finally destroyed by Jin Xianjun's iron cavalry. These two unrelated figures collided together, like an absurd and confusing dream. In the dream, they did not know that they were guests, and they had a moment of pleasure.
Jiang Yougui is a liar, a liar all night long, deceiving relatives, deceiving friends, and deceiving all living beings. He deceived the entire country into surrendering to the Jinxian Iron Cavalry and survived for another five years. After the massacre, he still left a resting place, and deceived all sentient beings at dawn to wear armor and swords for the sake of the dream called Qingming... Deceived himself into blood-stained white clothes, broken bones and pierced his heart. At the end of the beacon fire was the sea of Yanheqing.
Who betrayed whom, who saved whom, and who deceived whom? Who can tell how much sincerity and true feelings lie beneath the lies? People only knew that the clear and cold young man in white had his eyebrows downcast, he bowed his head and bowed his head to apologize for all living beings, his fingertips were stained with blood and he tapped his heart.
"My name is Yougui, and my crime is Yougui."
"Your Highness, since Jiang Yougui is in disguise, Jiang Chunming is in disguise, and so is Jiang Shi, how can you be sure that the 'little white bird' you talk about is the real me?"
How did Xie Jinan answer? Jiang Yougui only remembered that His Highness's brocade clothes were as bright as the clouds, and every inch of the clothes flying in the wind was free and open. He leaned his head and bent his beautiful eyes, and every arc of the butterfly wings hanging down was frivolous.
"I'm happy to, what's wrong?"
"... Nothing, just do as you please."
"I see with my eyes, listen with my ears, and believe with my heart. Little white bird, no matter how many lies you have, I only believe what I believe in my heart."
The time is harmonious and the year is bright, the sea, Yan and river are clear.
The flowers are flourishing and prosperous, and the prosperity lasts forever.
It's Qingming.
Melancholy, a tree in the east column of snow, how clear life can be seen
The frivolous and frivolous young man in fresh clothes x the cool and self-possessed liar with a thousand faces
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