The Legendary Life of Yuan Chengzhi

The sound of horse hooves sounded rapidly, breaking the silence of the wilderness. The black horse's hooves flew, breaking the thin ice and snow on the road, and splashing pieces of snow foam. The wind whistled in his ears, like a ghost crying and a wolf howling, causing Yuan Chengzhi's cheeks to hurt. He closed his eyes tightly and buried his face in Cui Qiushan's arms. The smell of sweat and blood lingering on his nose, as well as a faint scent of ink - that was the smell that often existed in his father's study. He didn't know what his father's "family and country" actually looked like. He didn't know if his mother could really wait until his father came back. He didn't know how long this escape route would take. All he knew was that the sky in the capital was falling. All he knew was that his father's eyes, his mother's tears, and the cold light of the "Polu" sword were all deeply imprinted in his heart and would never go away. The sound of horse hooves became farther and farther, and the outline of the capital gradually disappeared into the morning mist. Yuan Chengzhi lay on the horse, tears falling silently, soaking Cui Qiushan's clothes. In the cold wind, he seemed to hear his father's voice again, clear and firm: "Remember, you must be upright and act impartially. Never let down... Never let down your family and country!" This voice was like a seed that fell into his young heart and quietly took root in the chilling cold wind. The road ahead is long, windy and snowy. Seven-year-old Yuan Chengzhi, carrying his father's injustice, his mother's expectations, and an unknown future, embarked on a road full of thorns. He didn't know that what was waiting for him was not only displacement, but also the swords and shadows of the world, and a grudge that spanned decades. But at this moment, he only had one thought in his mind: survive.