In the first year of Zhenguan, it snowed heavily. When the new emperor ascends the throne, hundreds of officials are invited to be appointed. He went up to the palace with empty hands and said eight words
"After Anshi, there will be more Jingkang."
The whole court was shocked, and the emperor drew his sword. But he knelt straighter: "What I'm afraid of is that I won't have time to change the things I remember."
He is Wei Zheng. An old minister of Prince Yin should have died at Xuanwu Gate. But no one knew that he had a memory from thirteen hundred years later in his mind.
He knew that the Turks would come, he knew that the Yellow River would meet, he knew that the silver collar could connect the world, and he knew that the talented man named Wu Zhao would eventually rule the world.
He also knew that the young emperor in front of him only had twenty-three years left.
He is not here to be a remonstrator.
He is here to repair his bow.
——Make a bow called "Datang".
Thousands of years later, the subway passed through Chang'an City. In the Forest of Steles, someone placed a bunch of new wheat in front of his broken monument.
