Ju was born in the southern country and would not move when ordered to do so. Dong Huai and Wang Jue, a bastard who lost his mother and the eldest son of a down-and-out prince, met for the first time under the ruler of the school. Over the years, they competed with each other on the school grounds, side by side on the street, and were childhood sweethearts. However, God did not allow it. One had broken legs and wings, but he used pen and ink as a blade to set up a turbulent chess game in the court; the other abandoned literature and turned to martial arts, vowing to regain the sixteen states of Yanyun. For the same ambition, they fought for each other thousands of miles apart. A letter from home, a word of "peace", had to be held in their arms for a long time before they were willing to open it.
But the road to regaining lost ground is longer than imagined. The court hall is dim, the monarch is timid, the bones of old friends are buried in the yellow sand, and the spirit of young people is worn into the wind and frost of the border. When the enemy's cavalry trampled through the city, and when the blood of his brothers stained his white robes, Dong Huai realized that some vengeance could never be fully avenged, some people could not be kept, and if some things were not said, there would be no chance in this life. And for these words, Wang Jue had been waiting silently for too long in front of the hand-drawn map in his study in Bianjing.
On the night of getting my hair tied, I saw two strands of blue silk tied together in the moonlight. Wang Jue said: "Tonight Gaotang is not here, there are no red candles, but I, Wang Huai'an, only have you in my life." The same goes for Dong Huai.
Purpose: The family and the country are uncertain, and we all share the same regrets