Be prose, ancient proverbs, abuse prose.
When Ye Fusheng dug out Wei Lifu from a pile of debris, he was hanging with only half a breath left. He was skinny, with a bulging spine and not a single piece of good skin on his body. Even though he was in a miserable state, he still couldn't hide his good looks. She brought him back to the Prince Regent's Palace to raise him, and watched him learn to ride and shoot, enter the military camp, and become a powerful general in the Kingdom of Zhu.
The regent ruled tyrannically, threatening the king from above and bullying the people from below.
He is the general loved by the people, and she is the wing of the regent's palace that everyone despises.
Before going on an expedition with the army on New Year's Eve, he sat in front of her door all night. Across a wall, he asked, "Sister, do you have anything to say to me?"
Ye Fusheng thought for a long time but still didn't speak.
At dawn, he gently knocked on the door: "Sister, I have to leave."
"Let's go."
Half a year later, we met again on the day when he led the royal army to break through the regent's palace. Rivers of blood flowed and corpses lay everywhere.
Afterwards, all kinds of things happened, cause and effect were repeated, Yin and Yang were separated, and they were not people who could stand by each other's side.
