Qingqiu Zui

In the intertwining of foreign time and space, fate deprived her of all her memories and involved her in the turbulent battles between open and secret. Above the temple, the interests of the aristocratic families are intertwined, and conspiracies and schemes are endless; in the distance of the rivers and lakes, undercurrents are surging everywhere, and it is difficult to be immune. The forces from all sides are intertwined and murderous intentions are everywhere. How can she uncover the past step by step and find the truth? How can she recover her lost memories and achieve self-awakening? The young God of War from Daliang defeated Qianli in a decisive battle, but he was burdened with a blood feud. Once ten miles of red makeup, holding the hand, will it move towards the bright and prosperous road, or the abyss and cliffs of eternal destruction? The King of Northern Liang was bold and courageous in his killings, and he played in power and strategy in the palm of his hand. He turned his hands into clouds and turned his hands into rain. He takes everything and asks for it, but he only prefers one person. In the end, it is luck or misfortune; The southern Tang Dynasty is blessed with rich soil and water, but peace and tranquility are just a fragile illusion. As a member of the royal family, how could he sit back and watch. I still remember the scene when a beautiful lady and a gentleman met for the first time... A Qingqiu, a drunkenness. Looking down, she is just a tiny speck of dust between heaven and earth. When a person's mental strength finally runs out, what should he do when he wakes up and indulges in lingering dreams when he is drunk? Dust and smoke are billowing, things are different and people are different. In the beacon fire, human life is like grass and grass, and the people are like ants. What is belief, what is persistence, what is choice, what is result? "I just want this world to be a little different because of me. So, what about you?"