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Died on the battlefield to identify the hero, where can I spend the rest of my life? Playing with hairpins, a chrysanthemum in the stream flies down the snowy mountain with hundreds of feet of ice. It's hard to wake up from a dream, hard to understand when you count, don't meet when your heart is empty. The red candles shed tears, and they traveled thousands of miles in the rivers and lakes. This is a love story between an emperor's grandson and a chivalrous girl. It is the author's interpretation of his childhood martial arts dream.