Bo Feng Lu

This is a worry-free life in Jiangyang, but the tree is still and the wind does not stop. One is a relative of the emperor, who is deeply in love and always worries about his longevity. One is to cook a dog with a hidden bow, but his wisdom is misled by his cleverness. It is impossible to tell the past grudges and old grievances, and it is unclear what is right and what is wrong in the future. Crossing the Shuangtou Bridge, I turned around and became a stranger again.