In the fourth year of Yongle, Fengyang Guang'an Palace.
A high wall, two prisoners. One is the son of Emperor Jianwen, who was imprisoned at the age of two. History books say that he "looks like a guinea pig and cannot distinguish between rice and rice." One was an informant who was sold in. He was seventeen years old and was ordered to monitor him until his death.
She thought she was looking at a fool. It wasn't until the fifth year that she understood his first stroke on the wall.
- That's not crazy graffiti.
It is the evidence carved by one person through countless dark days and nights to prove that he has lived.
Six hundred years later, a Ming history researcher stood in front of that wall holding rice paper in a copper box.
What he wants to do is to write back the names of two people who have been erased by history.
Purpose: If you don't kill, don't release, you will be locked up in the palace; if you don't educate, don't raise, you will become deaf and dumb. A lifetime of snow is carved between the fingers, and five layers of snow are polished under the wall in winter. The face is covered with dust, and there is no trace. Who has been crazy for me for half my life? Only a little bit of Wen Gui's character is left, in exchange for the world saying that he is trapped in the dragon.