"The pure, charming and carefree prime minister is attacked by the X calm father-type governor"
They met in the early autumn when the osmanthus rain was falling, and they parted in the scattered military formation of Jinrui. He buried Wo Guigan, the leader of the enemy bandits, for him: "This will nourish your soul's return journey."
Three years later, when the wind blew up in late autumn, the general trampled the dead branches all over the courtyard. Reunion is the strong fragrance of unsealing old wine in late autumn——
It turns out that the sharpest halberd and the coldest pen have long been tied to the same branch of the century-old laurel tree by Yue Lao.
There is always a handful of golden pistils that are reborn in the fertile land of blood, which is called autumn.
——"Every Autumn"
Intention: Let's wait for a bright future