In the second year of Jingkang, the city of Bianjing was destroyed. Eighteen-year-old Wang Jingren watched helplessly as his parents fell to the sword of Jin Bing, and he was taken captive to the north and became a horse slave. For two years, he slept in a stable, ate rotten food, and was whipped countless times. He learned a truth: in this world, human life is not as good as that of a dog.
But he doesn't want to die. He still has his revenge yet to be avenged, his family and country still have no revenge, and he still has unwilling blood to shed.
After three years in Shaoxing, he fled back. One thousand two hundred miles, four months, from Huining Mansion to Zhending Mansion, from the North Country to the hometown. He was so thin that he was skinny and bones, his whole body was covered in injuries, and he only had one breath left. Then he met the woman who changed his life, a soul from a thousand years later, a comrade who told him that he wanted to live in peace for a lifetime and had grand ideals.
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It is rare to write the story of Jingkang in the Song and Jin Dynasties from the perspective of the Pseudo-Qi Dynasty. The angle is novel and the rhythm is tight.
It is rare to write the story of Jingkang in the Song and Jin Dynasties from the perspective of the Pseudo-Qi Dynasty. The angle is novel and the rhythm is tight.