Gu Linglan was originally the son of an aristocratic family, the only child in the family, and was loved by the whole family. However, the family was destroyed overnight. He was forced to take the medicine secretly given to him by his mother and defect to his grandfather. Along the way, he encountered various pursuits and assassinations, and he gradually grew up...
After reluctantly reaching a cooperation with Mr. Qiu, he made many friends passively or actively.
The moment Gu Linglan stepped into the Rakshasa Hall, the murky waters of the Jianghu and the Chaotang were completely rotten, and the restless sand at the bottom of the water gradually surfaced. Until the small Chaotang of the Jianghu, the Rakshasa Hall, was destroyed, the anxiety between the Imperial Court and the Jianghu became white-hot. The Cold War situation was about to be forced, and the wrong decision of the head of the Qiu family became the fuse. The 12-year Nanshan Civil War between the Jianghu and the Chaotang was about to break out.
Just when the two sides were fighting without distinguishing between ourselves and the enemy, and were about to go crazy, the Huns from the border invaded, hoping to make a profit. The rivers and lakes and the court had no choice but to pinch their noses and shake hands, fighting side by side.
However, after 12 years of civil war, the country had long been dilapidated and unstable. Facing the menacing Xiongnu invasion, it was fully prepared and powerless.
The author sometimes reflects on himself, why none of the characters I write have a happy ending, and each has his own suffering. Even the protagonists I wrote personally are not spared. The God of Creation will have a favorite baby, but I am so ruthless, as if I created them just to eat up the sweet, bitter, spicy and salty world. In the end, I cruelly let them close their eyes forever out of their unwillingness.
However, in turbulent times, in a society so dark that even sunlight cannot penetrate, who can be alone and have true happiness?
Concept: They are all waiting for the flowers to bloom, waiting for the first ray of sunlight to penetrate the thick dark clouds and shine on the earth, making the mountains red.
