Ruhe Qianqiu

The kiln fire shines through Rushui for thousands of years. In the mist and rain of the Tianbao period, the celadon of Erlang of the Cheng family was not dry, and the iron hoof of the Anshi Rebellion had broken the Wanluo ancient road. A piece of broken porcelain engraved with the word "" reveals the family blood contract hidden in the secret glaze recipe. He guarded the azure color of the kiln, but he could not protect her white clothes from being stained with blood - Luoyang businesswoman Su Waner's camel team was sewing intelligence into the silk and satin of the Silk Road. When Li Xilie's rebels besieged the city and the bells of Fengxue Temple burned together with the kiln fire, they realized that the strongest glaze must be mixed with blood and bones, and the deepest love must be buried in the porcelain blank. When the sky turns blue after the rain, who will hold the incomplete piece of porcelain and read the body temperature of a dynasty among the ruins?