The Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms - this legendary era when the great road collapsed, heroes emerged, and humanity and destiny were thrown into the furnace for tempering. And my eyes were first firmly fixed on the god of joy and sorrow full of contradictions and brilliance: Li Cunxu.
He is the proud son of Shatuo Cavalry, avenged by three arrows, and swallowed up thousands of miles. He illuminated the night of troubled times with his amazing martial arts at a young age; he is also a mysterious actor emperor. After the world was first established, he indulged in pink, ink, silk and bamboo, and eventually the galaxy overturned, leaving behind the eternal sigh that "worry can rejuvenate a country, but leisure can destroy one's life." His life was like a majestic piece of music that started with war drums and ended with the broken strings of a pipa. Between his peak and his sudden death, there were too many subtle codes about power, humanity and history hidden.
To touch the trembling and determination of the young prince who bears the hatred of his father in the Taiyuan mansion;
To touch the biting cold and blood boiling from the impact of armor on the ice of the Yellow River;
To touch the imperial heart that is gradually lost among the banter, gongs and drums and the undercurrent of intrigue in the Luoyang palace;
To touch the huge gap from "God of War" to "Actor", the loneliness, pressure and disillusionment that cannot be explained to outsiders. The loyal Zhou Dewei, the flattering Lingguan, the cunning Empress Liu, and even countless nameless soldiers and common people - all stand in front of you as full of flesh and blood as possible. Travel through time and space to understand and construct "possible reality" and "reasonable fiction". What I want to present is not only the success and failure of a person, but also the breath of an era, the joys and sorrows of a land, and the desire for order, glory and survival that has never been completely extinguished even in the most chaotic years.
