Qingpingle: There Is a Bandit Gentleman

He was dressed in white and looked down at her: "Girl, follow me, and together we will destroy his world." His red clothes were like fire, and he stretched out his hand to hold her: "Jun Si, I wish for peace in the world, and then the world will be my home." Who puts his hands behind his hands and laughs while talking about the world in the clouds and rains? Every step of the way, murderous intent emerges, and whoever is in the chest becomes a chess game. The winner is the king and the loser is the enemy. Whoever loses will lose everything, and whoever is high up will be in the cold. Celebrities are all, but Confucian scholars are reckless. Civil servants and military generals, royal relatives and clans. Who is the player in the game, who is the spectator, and who is the chess player who is determined by life and death? The strong wind blows up thousands of celebrities, and the fallen leaves give a glimpse of the autumn of the world. Two strokes of ink and wash became an era spread across the eyes of the king and bandits.