The bustling rivers and lakes, right and wrong, and temples, but outside of this...
There is also Ye Mingji.
Sitting on the cold dragon chair, Fu Zijian suddenly remembered the dawn when they met. He beat the horse and trampled on the corpse, trying to chase the white horse in front of him. The man on the horse seemed to feel something. When he looked back, he saw a howling wind passing through the sky and the earth.
Later, the wind blew them to the point where they were marching together on the battlefield, supporting the rebel banner, and then it blew them to the point where they were on the same road but on different paths, both approaching the city...
The man gritted his teeth and held back, looking over with a pair of tearful eyes.
Suddenly, the memorial on the high platform was disrupted, and a secret report was opened:
"Your Majesty, the former prince has been imprisoned in Jiaofang Hall."
Forget about the past, if the wind enters the palace this time, it can be locked into many noble doors——
All belongs to him alone.
Intent: To punch the sky and beat the tide