Nanyue Ji

The wheel of history is rolling forward, but the decaying dynasty is like a building that is about to collapse. Even if there are loyal ministers and lofty ideals who succeed one after another, it is difficult to turn the tide from falling. In these hundred years of wind and rain, some people recommended Xuanyuan with their blood, and some people criticized Wu Dao with their pens. However, the old shackles have long been corroded to the bones, and the new fire has been extinguished by the pouring rain time and time again. Above the temple, the princes of Gongun were obsessed with power and power; far away in the rivers and lakes, the hungry and mournful people were buried in the songs of praise in the prosperous age. Every struggle becomes a deeper sinking, and every change becomes a footnote to the cycle of power. Until one day, even the most stubborn conservatives smelled the smell of disintegration - it turned out that this hundred-year-old fester was never a lack of a cure, but that it was already terminally ill.