In the glorious Tianyuan, three hundred years of troubled times are about to be extinguished. The Yang family from a poor family in Guanlong Wuchuan gave birth to Lin's son Yang Jian. The red lotus in the Buddhist temple burns to the sky, and the eminent monk proclaims, "You should be the master of the world." Is this a blessing or a curse? Yang Jian, a young man, experienced a century-old blood feud between Hu and Han, with bones scattered across the fields, mountains and rivers broken, and a seed of ending the troubled times and re-unifying the country was buried deep in his heart. He was as forbearing as the abyss, pretending to be stupid and clumsy for twenty years under the fierce sword of the powerful minister Yu Wenhu; he had a chance encounter and married the Xianbei noble girl Dugu Jialuo. The couple had the same heart, wisdom and courage. Finally, with the power of thunder, he usurped the Zhou Dynasty and established the Sui Dynasty, and established Chang'an.
The rule of Kaihuang illuminates the ages. Yang Jian stayed up late at night and ate late at night, and worked hard to implement the laws and regulations of the three provinces and six ministries, the founding of the emperor, and the imperial examination of equalizing land. The canal was first dug, the army of the government was strong, the Chen Dynasty was flat in the south, and the Turks were eliminated in the north, achieving the supreme honor of "Saint Khan". However, under the glory of the prosperous age, the shadow of suspicion spreads like poison ivy. Gao Jun, Yang Su, He Ruobi... The founding fathers were either demoted or died; the veteran generals were stained with blood. He even personally deposed the virtuous prince Yang Yong and entrusted the empire to the pretentious wolf Yang Guang. In his twilight years, the Renshou Palace changed, the candle shadows shook red, and blood splattered on the dragon couch. The hero of his entire life died in hatred due to the cold lies and betrayal of his beloved son.
Behind him, the huge empire he created with his own hands, along the canal dug with the blood of all peoples, sailed towards its peak prosperity like burning oil during the Daye Years, and also slid into the abyss of eternal destruction. The snow in Chang'an will eventually cover the broken flags and mourning victims of the great cause of the fourteenth year. This is a story about great ambitions and the abyss of human nature, a legend about an emperor who laid the foundation with his own hands and buried the collapse fuse with his own hands. Although Sui Zuo was short, his light and shadow will shine on history forever.
Well written and well spoken.