If there had not been a few notes on bamboo slips and rice paper, no matter how glorious the dynasty was, it would have disappeared in time, leaving no trace. Whether it is the Red Phoenix God of War who has experienced the flames of war, the strategist Zaisuke Hato, or the ordinary luthiers and singers in the streets. Their loyalty and betrayal, sadness and joy, were all buried in the cold and eternal imperial mausoleum with the departure of the empress.
I want to leave a slight trace of their small world. There are always some small touches that will transcend time and dimensions and touch the heartstrings again. A day outside the screen is a life on the screen. Please open the book with me and write down the fate of Huang Lingshi.
Intention: The object of emotion does not matter whether it is true or false. It will meet you again in any form, whether it is a melody, a few lines of text, or a simple game.
