During the Cheng'an period of the Wu Dynasty, Wu Yi entered the palace, and a dark situation was settled.
The eight aristocratic families in the south of the Yangtze River had great achievements, but overnight they became the pieces on the chessboard waiting to be slaughtered.
Until the door was kicked open, a princess escaped from the imperial city, and an unfinished old case of family extermination pushed him and a group of similarly "outrageous" teenagers into a storm that their parents had never expected.
The sky that our fathers had propped up with half a lifetime of sword light was quietly cracking.
No one told them how to pick up.
They can only run rampant, stumble, and use their immature blood to hit the wall called "the world".
Purpose: Every generation thought that the days supported by their fathers would never sleep.
The young men in Jiangzhou laughed and jumped for joy, thinking that Jianghu was not a pot of good wine, a misunderstanding, or a kicked-open door in Donghua Tower. Until that door was really kicked open - not by people, but by the times.
Their parents spent half their lives fighting to create peace for them; but they grew up in peace and thought that peace was a matter of course. Until one day I discovered that the escalator was being taken away inch by inch from that piece of sky.
This is a story about "passing the baton" - not the handover of flowers and applause, but about being forced to bear the weight of an era with shoulders that are not strong enough in the storm. They will make mistakes, they will collide, they will use a trick to narrowly win, and they may be at a loss in a real chess game.
But those at the bottom will understand: the so-called chivalry is not born, it is forced out. The so-called inheritance is not to receive a sword, but to receive a reason not to bow.