Soul-Inducing Fragrance

Origin, five hundred years ago Destiny, five hundred years later He is the God of War from Heavenly Palace He has his iron horse and spear he is the king from hell He has his liquor beauties She transcends the shackles of time Going against the will of heaven again and again Deliberately pinching off his peach blossoms Unintentionally involved in a crying marriage This kind of thing is determined by fate Someone did it deliberately Conspiracy, desire, life and death Time is not old, beauty is as good as ever Marriage is destined, your heart is up to you