Mo Yuling

There are five names written in the history of Beichuan. The ink stains soaked into the back of the paper, like blood that has dried and seeped into the fibers. People say they are brothers, but they say they are not. Yes or no, no one can tell clearly. The three kings had ruled together for eighty-two years. The iron cavalry ran all the way from the Eastern Continent to the Eastern Wasteland. The soil turned up by the horses' hooves changed its color, and the five people on the horse never separated. At the time of gathering, the plum blossoms in Donglu were in bloom. When it dispersed, the snow in Diwu had fallen for seventy years, but the plum blossoms were still there