The blood is not yet cold, but the sword is still ringing. My father doesn't want this Murong family's empire, I want it.
Murong Xuan, the eldest son of Prince Jing, was born just one step away from the dragon throne. His father was indifferent and willing to give up his position as prince and travel far to the northern border, in exchange for deep brotherly love and praise from both the government and the public.
But the good stories from his father's generation could not wash away the innate mark in his blood, nor could they suppress the increasingly hot wildfire in his heart. How can you allow others to lie down beside the throne? Even if that person is his imperial uncle.
The emperor's gift of soldiers is both an opportunity and a prison; the court's praise is both a ladder and a cliff. The prince smiled warmly, the civil servants criticized him with words and writings, and the captain looked at him with eager eyes. Even his father, who was close to him, warned him with loyalty to the emperor.
He accepted it with a smile, bowed his head to express gratitude, and turned all the open and covert attacks, suspicions and expectations into sharpening stones for sharpening his ambitions.
As a result, the soldiers of the two guards were secretly trained as front men, named "Black Armor"; the serial chess game quietly settled in Beijing to find a close friend. When the beacon fire suddenly breaks out in the north, it is the time when the hidden dragon emerges from the abyss. He held his sword and headed north, heading towards the boundless border guarded by his fathers.
I am not going here to guard the border or to be loyal.
He wants to use this thousands-mile battlefield as a furnace and the barbarian cavalry as a hammer to forge his own invincible cavalry.
He wanted to reveal the sharpest spear tip from behind the strongest shield in the empire, pointing at the position that should have belonged to him - the position of the Ninth Five Supreme Being.
There is an undercurrent of power and intrigue, and the clanking of iron armor. See how the young prince, in the chess game between the imperial capital and the border, takes the lead in black, making every move, and returns the world to Murong Xuan's name again.
