He Muqingshuilang

Splash ink freehand, the country is picturesque, and the mountains and rivers of three thousand miles are outlined. It's rare to find a close friend, and time flies by. I sing nine thousand miles and fly like a feather. A wisp of breeze has passed through thousands of years of time, clearing away the mist of history, as clear as water. The golden swords and iron cavalry, the autumn troops on the battlefield; the bright clothes and angry horses, the situation in the court is unpredictable. In the history here, there are Qin, Han, Southern and Northern Dynasties, and Sui, but there is no Tang, because after the Sui, there was Heng. Heng Dynasty, time travel, rebirth, in this dynasty that did not exist in history, in this prosperous era that is not inferior to the Tang Dynasty, I can write my own history. I want history to be engraved with my surname, my name, and my life - He Muqing, who calls himself Qingshui Lang, is as handsome as jade, as cool as the wind, with dragon and phoenix postures, and natural nature. It can be said that he looks like Pan An, is as affectionate as Song Yu, and is more talented than Zijian. He is the sage of the generation of Daheng.