The people are still the same, the country is still the same, regardless of the north and the south. In short, it is not the best of times. Some people use their blood and lives to realize their dreams and find a way out for the country. This is the worst of times. Many people can't see where the hope lies. In front of them, there is nothing but darkness. In such a great era, a small man born in the market, rides the wind and waves, and sings all the way. The king's banner changes at the top of the city, and the dead bones by the river will be pity. Laughing wildly at the wrong fate, warming wine and playing chess in front of Xuanyuan's tomb.