The land is not lost, the people are not scattered, and the incense continues.
——This is the story of a Tang family struggling to survive for thirty years in a desperate situation in the Western Regions.
In the tenth year after the Anxi Protectorate lost contact with Chang'an, three thousand Tubo cavalry surrounded Baiyanggou.
Li Zhongwu broke an arm, but none of his four children retreated.
The eldest son, Huai'en, wanted to keep the family business through negotiation, but found that the eunuchs sent by the imperial court were more ruthless than the Tubo people.
The second son, Huaiyi, was faster than his words with his sword, and he still cut people with two broken fingers.
The third daughter and the seventh mother were betrothed to the Uighur prince and killed the assassin with her own hands on the wedding night.
The youngest son had no faith and escaped from Chang'an Imperial College and saved the whole family with a bag of flour.
Three generations of guarding the border, fifty years of isolation in the city.
The court forgot about them, Tubo hated them, and the Uighurs stared at them.
