[The celestial phenomena changed in the winter of the second year of Deyou. It was night, and the crape myrtle fell in the southeast]
Lin'an Sitianjian High Platform
The old prisoner's fingers were tightly clutching the tortoise shell, and the words "God bless the Song Dynasty" on the nail plate were oozing out traces of blood.
The already dying Ziwei star suddenly erupted with a dazzling golden light and plummeted towards the southeastern mountains.
The old prisoner was staring at Minshan with his eyes: "This is the last destiny of the Song Dynasty."
Miaojiang·Minshan
The night when the Yuan army's cavalry trampled through the stockade,
The low chanting from the shaman's mouth hovered in the Minshan Mountains.
Amidst the reflection of fire and light, the place where the weapons collide——
The girl opened her eyes.
"My name is Qi Mi'an,
How can we live in troubled times? "
Intent: The journey of the heroes of the Jianghu to save the country in the late Southern Song Dynasty
