The scar on his face was carved by Ashina Duoji himself, and the ring finger and little finger of his left hand remained in the barbarian dungeon forever. He was not afraid of pain or death, but he was only afraid of one thing - the man who was looking at the beauty in the capital looked at him in a wrong way. He is the sharpest knife in Daliang and the loneliest chess piece in the court. Under the moonlit night in the other courtyard, the man pulled him into his arms and said - "I don't understand what ethics are. All I know is that during the five years at the border, you were the first person to ask me if I was afraid." In the battle of Hulu Valley, Shen Jinghong fell off a cliff, his life and death unknown. Lin Huaijin knelt in the river bend outside Yanmen Pass all night, holding the final letter in his hand. The letter read: "I only hope that in the next life, neither you nor I will belong to the court." He burned the letter and pulled out his dagger. "I don't want the next life. I want this life."
Intent: A strong logical historical record that harmonizes civil and military affairs.