That year, Emperor Dayun was in his final years, and his important officials rebelled.
That year, the eldest princess of the Heng Dynasty ascended the throne and proclaimed herself emperor, creating a prosperous era.
That year, Baizhuang was still calm and indifferent to worldly affairs.
These are the most ordinary things.
But it was also that year, in the silvery snow, Feng Chang and Mo Quan both met the person they were destined to be.
Everyone knows that he was a decisive and iron-fisted emperor. He killed countless people when he came to the throne, and eventually created a century of prosperity in which the country was peaceful and the world was restored.
Everyone knows that he is a domineering general and warrior, and his iron hoof and sword can be seen in Jiangnan, North Desert, Xiling and East China Sea.
But in fact, he and his story are just a glorious volume in historical records, a prosperous fleeting period that cannot be sung.
However, it is shorter than fluorescent light and longer than loneliness.