"Mom, they say we are 'two-legged sheep'."
Xiaotang clutched the corner of Su Zhao's clothes, his fingertips still stained with blood from when he blocked the knife for her.
After a hundred years of peace in Chu, due to the private excavation of a "water-suppressing spiritual vein", it turned into a purgatory thousands of miles away - the plague of corpses overflowed the huts, refugees held torches, and even the Su Mansion was burned to ashes.
But Su Zhao is not afraid, she has Nongsang's medical prescription; Xiaotang is not afraid even more, she has Tong Yan Wuji:
"Uncle, your cough sounds like my old yellow dog, my mother can cure it!"
"Sister, I'm keeping an eye on the food you've hidden in the haystack."
Until that snowy night, they woke up the gatekeeper Pei Yan. He looked at the half piece of hot potato in Xiaotang's arms and said, "People like you can't burn them all."
When the conspirator's knife finally points to the new green on the scorched earth, wait and see——
How do children use innocence to dig through the dark side?
How to weave vitality with tenacity,
How does a knight protect one side with his blood?
In this world, there must be someone to protect Chang'an for it.
