Burning Fire

Ji Huaizhao's life is a process of falling from the clouds. At the age of seventeen, he was granted the title of General Polu, and he decided the world with one arrow at Yanmen Pass. He is the most dazzling God of War in Dayin, and the brother Zhao who is at the forefront of the heart of Prince Chi Yulian of Prince Jing'an. But a well-planned ambush and poisonous powder eroded his eyes, and he became a "waste" who could not see clearly. Following the imperial edict, he removed his armor and returned to his fields. All his former glory was gone, leaving him alone in the ruined temple in the mountains and forests, with darkness as his companion. He thought that this was how he should live his life, spending the rest of his life listening to the wind and identifying his position in solitude. Until that day, the sweet fragrance of osmanthus cake filled the tip of my nose, and the young man's clear voice hit my ears: "Brother Zhao, I'm here to take you home." Chi Yulian has been looking for him for three years. From a young child to an upright young man, he broke into the darkness with full of obsession, and with the words "Master", he pulled Ji Huaizhao back to the world from the abyss. There was an undercurrent in the court, and Beidi was watching with eager eyes. Some people laughed at the blind general for his inability to be useful, while others were afraid that the young prince showed too much talent. But none of them knew that the blind God of War could listen to the wind and make formations, and that the forbearing young man had the world in his hands. From the border to the capital, from masters and apprentices to monarchs and ministers, they used flesh and blood as shields and trust as blades, walking side by side in the wars of troubled times—— "Master has protected the world. From now on, I will protect you." "Your Highness wants to guard the mountains and rivers, and I will clear all obstacles in your way." The mountains and rivers are thousands of miles away, not as good as having you by my side; the eternal hegemony is not as good as staying with you. Intent: This is a story about how a "waste" can stand up again. The young god of war lost his sight and was abandoned by his own king like worn shoes, falling into the dust; The young prince held a lamp and walked in troubled times, pulling him out bit by bit from the boundless darkness. In the whirlpool of swords, blood, shadows and intrigues, they support each other and redeem each other—— He burned his whole body for the mountains and rivers, and guarded the last inch of his heart for him. When the fire burns out, the bright light of heaven finally shines on the world: It turns out that true strength is not to never fall, but to be willing to stand up again for the people you love and the land you protect after falling.