He is astride a horse and crosses a spear, wearing a silver helmet and silver armor. He raises his hand with a heroic spirit that cannot be concealed by the young general.
He did not unfold his folding fan, wore a green shirt and plain clothes, and looked back at him with the elegance that a gentle scholar could not hide.
"A scholar with no power to tie a chicken, why should he suffer in this battlefield?"
"I will immediately look at each other from a distance on the wall, and my heart will break as soon as I see you know you."
"What will you do if I die in battle?"
"If the general dies in battle, how can the military advisor survive alone?"
After three years of war, Liang Guo finally won.
He chuckled and touched the person's face, "Unexpectedly, my words came true."
He turned his hand over and held his hand, interlocking their fingers, "If your heart is like mine, I am willing to hold hands with you and grow old together."