During the Jiajing period, King Zhenbei, a compatriot of the late emperor and his mother, was jealous of the current emperor. He was accused of collaborating with the enemy and his entire family was burned to death. His only son, Zhu Huiheng, was stranded in the capital as a hostage for three years.
He had been drinking in Yan Mansion for three years. Everyone laughed at him and drank three glasses of wine.
No one remembers that he is from northern Xinjiang, can burn three bowls of knives, and can ride a horse.
The commander of Jinyiwei turned over the old gear of three years. Seventeen volumes, bound with indigo thread.
The closing arguments were all blank.
Rainy night, bone bracelet, one word.
A lame veteran crawled into the capital, carrying in his arms the names of three hundred and sixty-three people who had died of starvation.
They worked together to investigate to the end and put all the evidence in the Jinluan Palace.
The man from behind the bead curtain came out and said a few words.
One sentence sealed Yan Song's death.
One sentence cut off their path.
Yan Song was executed and recorded in the annals of history. The indigo thread files are locked in the warehouse and never shown to anyone.
One will never return to Northern Xinjiang.
A person who is not worthy of wielding a sword for life.
Ten years later, Mobei Inn.
The two old friends sat opposite each other, the bone bracelets closed for the last time, and the thirty-three characters emerged one by one.
The person who has guarded the tomb for ten years said: There is no need to describe the words on the monument.
Purpose: The truth cannot shake power, but someone still needs to remember the truth and find out the truth.