Phoenix Marriage

Qian Dynasty, the 19th year of Kaiyuan. Winter. Yanzhuang slumped on the ground with a bloodless face. In front of her was the palace that was devoured by fire beyond recognition. Her eyes were full of despair. He stared at the man in front of him with his deathly eyes, as pale as the cold moon. The wind got stronger, lifting up his bright yellow dragon-patterned robe silently, like a distant place that could never be touched. The fire just now burned for three hours. There was already a thick layer of white snow on the ground in winter, piled together into a vast expanse of white, and the lotus-colored brocade on her body...