Chengchihuan

The cinnabar dotted the mountains and rivers, and the red luan star moved the twelve cities. Some people have lost their lives by boiling green plums in wine. Someone's bloody skirt hides a blade. Under the moon, I saw a startling shadow for the first time, We stand side by side in life and death on the battlefield. Nine thousand miles of mountains and rivers in Xiyao Kingdom form a brocade screen, and twelve cities are lit with red candles of fate. When the jade betrothal certificates for a hundred years of peace were circulated again, the young city lord with the sword tassel opened the gold-gilded marriage certificate at the border gate, the counselor from the deep palace caressed the border map through the bead curtain, and the masked goddess soaked in the fragrance of medicine heard the clang of iron armor below the tower. The sincerity tempered by the beacon tower, the lovesickness that cannot be hidden in the peach blossom paper, the mismatched destiny on the snowy night, and the determination to separate the country from the dangerous tower. Twelve marriage tribulations turned into twelve double-edged swords, cutting open the blazing heartbeat under the splendid dress - is it the temptation of meeting the opponent, or the pull of the red rope of fate? Mountains and rivers serve as a betrothal, and beacon fires serve as matchmakers. When the evening bells of twelve cities ring at the same time, and along with twelve volumes of human records, we go together for this alluring love that spans mountains and rivers.