Ten years of absurdity, one night of sharpness.
He is the dandy prince of the Beichen Palace, Jamel Xiao. He is a well-known laughing stock in the North for his excessive feasting and spending money. Until the night of the cold wind, seven poisonous blades pierced the lights of Tingxue Tower, my father coughed up blood on his sick bed, the prairie cavalry pressed on, and the capital's hidden arrow reached his throat.
Disguise is the first lesson his mother taught him through her life.
There is a sword hidden in his sleeve, and there is ice in his eyes. He played chess when he was drunk and confused, and played chess when he was singing and dancing. The loyalty and suspicion of the veteran, the wisdom and secrets of the counselor, the cooperation and calculation of the prairie beauty, the smiles and poison of the court relatives - they are all the pawns in this chess game of life and death.
The North is an isolated island, and he is the last lampkeeper on the island. There are a hundred thousand cavalry outside trying to break through Yanmen, and there are cold arrows aimed at the back. No one believed he could carry this shaky Beichen flag.
Then let everyone see:
How can a "waste" hold an iron-clad cold blade in the palm of his hand; how can a carefully performed absurdity burn away the smoke from all directions.
"I would like to be the North Star and shine on your future."
These were his mother's last words, and also his vow to himself and the mountains and rivers.
"Beichen Beacon Smoke Record" - See the edge when the power plots are undercurrent, and see the romance when the country is about to fall.
