Frosty Night, Cold Wind and Snow

Twenty years ago, Li Ziyi and Mu Qing had a game of chess and left a sentence: It was another Three Kingdoms. The three dynasties were shocked. They all wished that they were like the Wei Dynasty and looked down on the world. They didn't want to be the miserable Western Shu, let alone the Soochow. They just wanted to win a bit of luck and be famous forever. Swallows fly under the eaves of the emperor and fly into the homes of ordinary people. Since ancient times, the heroic spirit of chivalrous people has been nothing more than a plaything in the emperor's family. Since then, what has happened to the Sword Immortal Qingniu, what has become the Zen master of White Horse Temple, and what has happened to Pan Miao, the devil of the Western Regions, nothing more. Of course there will be people who are different I saw you when I first climbed to the Golden Tower. I know you also saw me and had me in your heart. At that time, I realized that everything before had nothing to do with me. When I want to see you again, will I have thought that after spending three years of spring and autumn, are you willing to go back with me? I know you have me in your heart, but I'm waiting for you to finish things. Once things are done here, the rest of your life will be mine.