[No system + no awakening + no golden finger + no soul penetration + multiple lives]
——Six generations of wind and snow, two hundred years of road.
In the eighth year of Yuanyou in the Northern Song Dynasty, Qijiazhuang, Yongyang. Sixteen-year-old Qi Moqing was framed in the boy's examination. On the night he failed, his father coughed up blood and died. Carrying a green jade pendant, he went south to Zizhou and sought refuge with the female chief Ah Shen who had a scar on her face.
That jade pendant has since become the soul of the Qi family.
From Zizhou racecourse to Bianjing chess game, from frontier staff to founding emperor - six generations, a total of two hundred and twenty years. Look at the feelings that Qi Moqing dared not express when drinking with Ah Shen at Wanghu Tower, the burden that crushed Qi Siqian's spine when he was alone in the study, the long night that Qi Zongben spent holding the portrait of Qingyan, the old jade that Qi Chengqing always kept on his waist during the troubled times, and the eyes of Qi Huaijin looking back at the north when he was wearing a yellow robe...
This is the story of a family that went from the adobe house in Qijiazhuang to the Jinluan Palace in Jinling.
It's not a myth, it's not a legend. He was just a scholar from the north who walked step by step for two hundred years with his pride, his stubbornness, and his unwillingness to bend until death.
The green jade is still there, and the Zi River flows forever.
There is a slight wave in the north, and it is called the lonely sun in the south. When I return, I am still young in heart.
