Xie Wujiu, a prisoner in the Snow Ridge, coughs up blood in white clothes. He was once the emperor's master and a descendant of the previous dynasty; Xiao Lin, the ninth prince, is a young man on an iron cavalry who robs people on a snowy night and calls him sir.
"Sir, if you bear with it a little longer, I will take you back to the imperial capital to kill you."
"If I die, you don't have to massacre the city. You can warm a pot of Gui Gui wine for me every year as a sacrifice to me."
He plotted for him, calculated all the agencies, but counted his own life as a dead end; he overturned the court for him, every step of the way, just to find his name in the history books.
Before the peach blossoms bloomed, the snow melted first; the young man kissed away the blood on his lips and smiled softly: "Sir, I'm cold, please warm me up."
At the end of the year, he was crazy about wolf cubs × cold and sick beauty, fell in love and killed each other, buried sugar in the knife, and ended up with a gray head.
"The soul locked in the snow mountains cannot lock two pairs of rebellious bones; the first melting snow in spring cannot melt the words 'Sir'."
