Pei Ji gave that Beidi proton medicine for ten years.
On the first day of every month, he would first warm his frozen hands, and then let the hot medicine dry until it was no longer hot. He would hold the bowl and watch him drink it one spoonful at a time. He just thought that this was the only kindness he could do for that person.
He didn't know that the bowl of medicine was poison. This empire is the chain that binds that man and will eventually kill him.
He didn't even know that that person had already tasted it.
If you don't drink, the poison will spread faster than anyone else; if you drink, your life will be returned to the hands of the poisoner again and again. But the man remained silent and drank for ten years. It was only because the bowl of fatal things was the only pair of hands in the world that was willing to warm his frozen hands before bringing it to his mouth.
They were never clean people. Pei Ji was the handsome man who stepped on the bones of the Shuofang people, and Murong Yao was the king who ascended the throne on the blood of his own clan. There was a mountain of corpses between the two countries that no one dared to mention. But they still want to love and protect.
Later, the two men became the coaches in front of the enemy's front. But there are people who have given up their seal of command, carried a whole family on their backs, risked the life and death of 100,000 people, and traveled 1,200 miles through wind and snow, just to deliver a word to that person's ear.
"Stay alive. Follow me."
Intention: No matter how profound the righteousness is, it cannot overpower the words "I want you to live well." But two people whose hands were full of blood and who trampled hundreds of thousands of people under their feet in exchange for each other were not qualified to love each other behind closed doors; so they spent the rest of their stolen lives to save strangers and pay back their debts to this world bit by bit.