Outside the city wall, beacon fires and smoke and battle flags were raised. From the general point platform, I could see the enemy's horse hooves filling the sky with smoke. I looked around at the generals and soldiers of the three armies, Yi Bo Yuntian, and the sky.
The undercurrent in the court hall was surging and the waves were gathering. As he knelt down and spoke loudly, the situation had changed three times, and in the exchange of greetings, you came and I refused to give in.
As the great scholar Han Yu once said in "Yuan Dao": "Practical love is called benevolence, and doing it appropriately is called righteousness."
But from the moment I woke up, I only knew:
I am the candlestick, I am Zhu Tai, I am not born to be philanthropic, I am just a wandering soul that escaped fate and stayed in the lamp. It was you who woke me up from the chaos, so my "righteousness" is to wish you success and peace in this life, and love you just like the candlestick protects the light.