Sitting North

In the winter of the fifth year of Jingde, there was a drought in the Wuyue Plain for three months. Wei Feng, a veteran general of the Liang Kingdom, burned his last bag of grain and grass at the head of Diao Liang City and lured 80,000 Wen troops into the sea of ​​fire. He accurately calculated the direction of the wind, the hearts of the people, and even the loyalty of the three hundred soldiers under his command. The only thing I didn't expect was that it would rain. When the rain poured through the Xuanjia of Lingnan Prince Shihe, he was reading his wife's family letter in the fire. "I am very tired. I hope you will come back soon." The letter curled into ashes between my fingers. Ten years ago, at the age of eighteen, he tied the twelve Lingnan aristocratic families onto a chariot with a box of gold and the phrase "trade routes lead to the world". Ten years later, this giant commercial network sneaked into various countries along with the caravans and became a scepter more powerful than the sword. Now that he is still alive in the sea of ​​fire, what he holds is no longer the sword, but the "destiny". Thousands of miles away in the Zidu Palace, Emperor Chen pushed open the map and traced his fingertips across Linming's hometown. "When they're both hurt," he said softly, "it's time to take back the old capital." At the foot of the steps, the white-clothed officials of the Jing'an Department stood quietly with their heads bowed, with three hundred lists of "collaborators" hidden in their sleeves. From the Shenluo bandits' den to the Nanyang commercial port, from the Hepu Pearl Market to the scorched earth of Diao Liang, the Three Kingdoms chess game has long been covered with threads that are invisible to those who make moves: The caravan of the twelve Lingnan aristocratic families sang "God Bless the Crown Prince" at the teahouse, Prince Jing's secret envoy was delivering border salt to Chen State, and Wei Feng burned the last secret letter from the "North" in the rain... And the young Crown Princess sat under the candlelight of Nanhai City, sealing the blood-stained account books page by page into the iron box. "In this world, there must be someone who takes the lead."