He is the sharpest sword in the hands of the new emperor. He comes from a poor family and defends the northern border with three thousand troops, which makes Beidi frightened.
Xiao Heng met Fu Changzhou for the first time at the snow-covered tower at Yanyunguan Pass. The man knelt on one knee, raised his eyes as calm as the abyss, as if he was used to seeing life and death. The emperor said: "I will leave my kingdom to you."
It was only later that Fu Changzhou understood that the highest trust in this life is also the heaviest shackles.
They have too much restraint: the loneliness of talking all night until dawn, the silence of taking shelter from the rain on the porch and no one wants to leave first. In the Jiangnan water town, the emperor changed out of his dragon robe for the first time and looked at him with the eyes of an ordinary person. The unfinished words on the rainy night: "If I were not the emperor..."
Fu Changzhou thought he was awake. He understands the ways of kings and ministers, and he understands that useful people die when they are needed. He thought he kept his heart tight enough. It wasn't until the imperial edicts of reducing power, house arrest, and imposing death came down one after another that he admitted his name that had been buried for four years in the silent night of the death row.
It's late. The last word is not to redress grievances, but to express gratitude. The last sentence: In this life, I am fortunate to have His Majesty lower his eyes. The mountains and rivers are blessed, and I have no regrets.
After his death, Xiao Heng lost his voice in a deserted place for the first time.
This is a story about "Xu". He promised him entire mountains and rivers, but he could not give him eternal life.
Intention: It's not that I don't love, it's that I love you, but no one can say it at the right time. What this story wants to write about is the alienation of people by power - how it can shape a person who could originally love into an emperor who only uses emotions as a bargaining chip; and how it can make a person who could be loved turn loyalty into armor and not take it off until death. The country is the river that can never be crossed between them. It is not a villain, but fate.