Thirty thousand loyal bones are buried in Chishui Pass, as well as an erased truth.
Six years later, Murong Qingge returned from walking in the snow. The reason why he is covered in silver armor is not to pay tribute, but to overturn this man-eating chess game.
In the court hall, someone smiled and handed poisonous wine; outside the border, Hu Qi made a comeback.
And around her, four people quietly gathered:
A military doctor who can resurrect human flesh and bones, but is even better at poisoning;
A lieutenant general who kills in a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, but always thinks about bringing me a bag of candied fruits;
A God of Wealth who uses abacus to deduct military rations, but is actually rich enough to rival the country;
A counselor with a gentle smile who holds the secrets of the world.
The wind and snow howled, and the arrow from that year passed through time and aimed at the center of the eyebrow again.
But this time,
Murong Qingge had a light behind him, a way out, and a robe that was willing to fall into the abyss together.
"General, what's the next step?"
Qingge wiped the blood off the sword and looked towards the capital.
"Whoever was behind the scenes at Chishui Pass back then, now it's whose turn it is—"
"Everything is lost."
