He was originally a talented and talented man from an aristocratic family. He went out to study at the age of eleven. He went on an expedition with him at the age of seventeen. At the age of nineteen, he guarded the map for him and was tortured. His bones and muscles were broken, all his internal organs were damaged, and the right side of his face was completely destroyed. He was trapped in a wheelchair for the rest of his life, breathing through a silver tube, and force-feeding with sheep intestines.
He was the King of Zhen'an with great military exploits. He was violent and cold-blooded, killing people like crazy, but he gave all his tenderness to the same person - sucking out the phlegm and blood with his own mouth, changing the dirty bags with his own hands, and not having a full sleep in four years, just to guard the light that could go out at any time.
Everyone said that the prince protected Mr. Liuli too closely, as if he was keeping him in captivity.
Little did he know that the first thing the young master did after he woke up was to pick up a pen and clean up the mess he had made due to excessive killings.
He was afraid that he would be tired, and he was afraid that he would die.
One climbed out of the mountain of corpses and the sea of blood, and the other struggled back from the Palace of Hell.
They are each other's weakness and also each other's armor.
They walked through the treacherous court and frontier, the undercurrent of intrigue and hatred.
But what is really difficult is how to live together after this.
For whom the bones are broken and the intestines are broken, for whom the clothes are changed and medicine is boiled.
The two arrows of salvation are each other's blades and each other's sheaths.
