More Than a Hundred Years of Dalu

"Did you know that fate is divided into life and death? The shape of life is like a snake, its core spits fire, and the shape of death is like a dragon, with tears streaming down a candle." In the eighty-fourth year of the troubled times, the bloody flag waved and the sound of killing was deafening. Nine years after her death, the snow continued to fall, and Lu Caihe embarked on the road she was destined to take. Twelve years after the tribute, the cold wind continued to roar, and Que Fangchang held the sword that had ended the troubled times. For a hundred years, the future of the Dalu Dynasty was uncertain. It was a trial to see who in the world could cook wine, acquire a long tassel, and bind generals and rebellious ministers and traitors.