The phoenix is soaring, and the phoenix is begging for it from all over the world.
He is the respected king of a country. Holding white on the left and black on the right, the chess game is in the world. Gentle and gentle words, shining moonlight: Unless you are the one who makes the layout, you are the rule, otherwise... Any self-destruction is just self-destruction.
She mistakenly said the fate of "Purple stars reflect the sky, and the phoenix and the wooden girl in the sky". A wisp of incense in Shufeng Pavilion is Han Yurong's current scapegoat for the pseudo-queen, the arrogant thorn in Zhen Yuying's side, but she is also the innocent girl Mo Youling feels pity for. With one peek, many secrets and conspiracies are revealed, and she falls into the palace and the world...
His love disappeared at the memorial ceremony of a magnificent woman, and rekindled in her smile...
She was heartbroken, sighing after the flashy tears under the sunset...
If love is like this, why is it in vain?
Who is whose phoenix, who is whose phoenix?
