Liulimu, Yuehua People

In Zhu Luo's tent, she, who claims to be ruthless, unfortunately becomes a pawn in the hands of others in this troubled world where imperial power is supreme and full of conspiracies... She steps out with difficulty, how will the remaining faith in her heart be destroyed? Her bloody tears were swaying in the wind. After being mercilessly hurt, should she keep a low profile, deal with things indifferently, and find a peaceful place, or should she conquer the emperor's inner defense and stand firm in the ice and snow? While laughing and chatting with a feather fan and silk scarf, a gentleman with a false face has a three-foot sword. For whom is the lamp lit, and for whom is the fat added? A peerless beauty looked down upon the flames of war and became a scourge that was reviled by people all over the world... I wish I didn't know how many times Feixue lingered in the sky, but it was so close to the end of the world in a blink of an eye. You are like the heart of heaven, I am like floating light, my love is sad year after year. Invite Nanshan to have a drink, hide the sun in the west, think about it in the dark, how can it be accommodated if the heart is as small as an inch of earth? The remaining stars fade at night, and the cold moon ascends to the clouds without ashes. I want to ride on the wind and the wind has disappeared, Lanzhou is leaning alone in front of Guimen. Human language has always been free from sorrow, but I don't know that the most painful thing is to miss lovesickness. We are separated by tens of millions of weights from you, moving like a ginseng without seeing each other. Dark wine is astringent, clear wine is clear… One lamp is replaced by another, the moon tonight is replaced by the cold last night. Night after night, glitz and tiredness... In front of Tsinghua University and Ruoxiao Gate, who talks about this love in the mist?