He pretended to be an idiot prince for three years, but was sent to the death row of the clan mansion by his fiancée with a glass of poisoned wine.
"Qingche, don't blame me. If you don't die, they will bury you with your whole family." On the night she burned the marriage certificate, his foolish look faded, and the beacon fire of Chang'an was reflected in his eyes. No one knows that he has never gone crazy in the past three years - he is just waiting for an opportunity, waiting for the day when the beacon is spread on all sides and the dragon flags sound.
On the snowy plains of Mobei, one hundred thousand cavalry were trampling the glaciers, only to see a man riding alone in a green shirt, standing on horseback with a horizontal sword. Behind him, thousands of arrows shot out like stars, and the enemy's formation collapsed before they could react. Only then did the princes in the court realize that the "foolish king" they had jointly deposed was the most profound move Chang'an had made in a hundred years.
The road to Chang'an is covered with snow. Let's see how he runs from the death row at night, repels 80,000 enemy troops with a three-inch tongue, and chops down the old dragon flag in the heavy snow.
