Traveling through time to Guanzhong after the bloody morning at Xuanwu Gate.
There is no trace of the prosperous age of Zhenguan recorded in the history books. In front of him, only Li Zheng is holding the recruitment book and sneering: "The third male will draw one, the fifth male will draw two - one of the three men in your family has to go!"
Holding the blackened bran cake, I wrapped myself in my single clothes and stepped into the military camp. Only then did I realize that the real Tang Dynasty was a hundred times crueler than the history books.
There is no halo of the protagonist on the battlefield. The "cold knife" is the ice and iron in the palm of the soldier, and the "knocking que" is the question of the untouchables to the heavenly family.
When the Turkic cavalry crushed the border, I wiped the warm blood on my face and smiled: "In this life, it's time for the historian to write differently."
