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Volume 1: Loyal bones in the yellow sand, heroic souls through the ages
The yellow sand of the desert is best at burying the truth. The writing in history books has always been stingy. In just a few lines, a person's life can be lightly covered. The merits and demerits, right and wrong, love, hate and obsession are all buried in the vast desert, with no one delving into it or asking.
After the mid-Tang Dynasty, the prosperous age collapsed, the mountains and rivers were filled with cracks, and the court was constantly stormy. Li He was born into this troubled world where the building was about to collapse. As the golden branch of the imperial family, from the day she was born, she did not have the blessing of being pampered in the palace, and was only burdened with a destiny of family and country that no one dared to accept. Everyone said that a princess's marriage was a sacrifice, but only those who had personally experienced the Mobei chess game knew that she took the initiative to enter the game, gambled with her own life, and used her half-life wandering as a bargaining chip to gamble on the crumbling Tang Dynasty mountains and rivers, and on the hope that the world would be peaceful for the rest of her life.
She could see through the coldness of the imperial power and the deceitfulness of people's hearts, but she refused to let the situation sink. At that time, Gu Duolu Kassapa Ati, known to the world as Xia Ying, was dormant in the desert, making camp at every step, and was involved in the chess game of power, ambition and deep affection, dominance and love. The two faced off, checked and balanced, and competed with each other amidst the smoke in the sky and the treacherousness of the court. No one could tell whether they were pawns, opponents, or the only fellow travelers in troubled times.
He once conquered the troubled times and whispered to her with a victorious wind and sand: I have won all the kingdoms you want for you. If you and I are in love, can we be far behind?
In troubled times there is never perfection. A heavy snowfall in Mobei froze thousands of miles of territory. The prince died in battle, the isolated city collapsed, and all expectations were in vain. Years of wind and frost had torn down her body and mind, and her old illnesses were all over the place. When she was dying, she refused the supreme honor of being buried in Chang'an, leaving only one last wish: No need to be buried, just bury me in the highlands of Sea Buckthorn Ridge in Monan. I hope that one day, this square of yellow sand where I sleep will be my hometown.
The country has been peaceful for hundreds of years, and descendants praise the heroic spirit year after year, but no one knows that this princess of the Tang Dynasty, whose bones are buried in the desert, has been lonely and brave all her life, and has never lived a single cent for herself.
Volume 2: A lonely city thousands of miles away, guarding the frontier with a white head
The most irritating thing in this world is never the swords and guns on the battlefield, but the conflict between the government and the public, and the human heart is full of ghosts. The strife in the court, the back-and-forth calculations between the enemy and ourselves, are dirty and lengthy, and the ups and downs of half a life are enough to wear away all the sincerity in the world.
Guo Xin has been guarding the border for half his life, playing chess games in the country, and is used to betrayal and fighting. He has long been numb to the warmth and coldness of human relationships, and the good and evil in the court. He thought that in this life, he would only be trapped in the responsibilities of his family and country, trapped in endless battles, and the rest of his life would be iron-blooded without any gentleness. It wasn't until Chang'an's bustling city was crowded with people and noisy with gongs and drums that he accidentally encountered the cool peacock blue.
One glance lasts for many years, and from then on, the bottom of my heart will never be at peace.
At that time, the young man was high-spirited and his eyes were clear. He looked at the bustling Chang'an and promised softly: If there is a chance, the lonely king will guard the border for you.
The sonorous oath cannot withstand the uncertainties of troubled times. As time goes by, the wind and snow in Mobei are overwhelming, the isolated city of Qiuci is shattered, and the mountains and rivers are about to fall. He had guarded the territory for half his life, protected the country for half his life, but one day he was unable to save himself. Snowflakes were flying all over the sky, covering the armored eyebrows. He looked at the broken rivers and mountains and sighed softly: I did my best.
In front of you is the regret of the overthrow of your family and country, and behind you are the bonds that are difficult to reconcile in this life. He buried his loyal bones in the battlefield and sent all his tenderness to the next life: If there is an afterlife, I hope that the nine states will be unified, the world will be peaceful, and the seas and rivers will be clear. You and I drink and chat happily, talk about mulberry and hemp together, and we don't care about the court, and we don't involve in killing or killing.
The lonely city thousands of miles away is finally deserted, full of ambitions against the wind and snow, the three armies have white heads, and they have been alone for half their lives, all of which have become a tragedy in troubled times.
Volume Three: The mountains and rivers are declining, and ambitions are hard to achieve
In the court of the late Tang Dynasty, there was never pure loyalty and betrayal, only involuntary competition. In troubled times, everyone is a pawn, some are for fame, some are for profit, and some are trying to survive for their family and country.
Throughout his life, Guo Zhao was trapped in the court and stood at the forefront of the storm. People's hearts are unpredictable and there are many strange clouds. He single-handedly moves in and out of the whirlpool of power, shouldering the criticism of the whole court and the misunderstandings of the world. In the Tang Dynasty, he was a loyal minister who tried to reverse the decline, a powerful minister who kept the peace of the people, and gave the declining Li Tang a last chance to breathe.
But facing Shen Yingxue, he could not be called a gentleman or a good person in his life. He was unfaithful and unjust, unkind and unjust. He owed all sorts of things and could not repay them.
The entanglement of love and hate, the dilemma of getting together and leaving, they were ultimately defeated by the troubled times and involuntarily. She once had clear eyes and no love and thoughts: I stayed in Xichuan while I entered a nunnery. From then on, we had nothing to owe each other.
Dressed in golden armor, he broke the parting scene and insisted on protecting her by his side: he gave his wife the golden armor and followed her into Xichuan.
The emperor's star fell, the court was in turmoil, and both the government and the public wanted to get rid of him quickly. She held the sword and lowered her eyes, her tone was cold, and every word was heart-breaking: Your husband is such a traitor, and everyone in the government and the public wants to get rid of him quickly. The world slandered him and scolded him, and even his close relatives found it difficult to understand that he had endured this for half his life.
The new emperor ascended the throne and the dust settled. He sat quietly in front of the court, slowly turned the tea cup, raised his eyes to look at the person beside him, hiding all the ups and downs in his eyes for half his life, and asked softly: Madam, do you still feel that your husband is unkind and unjust?
The world was turned upside down, love and hate were all gone, and she only replied lightly: It's too late in this life.
Half a life of conspiracy, half of a life of debt, it is ultimately irreversible. He looked out the window at the moonlight in Chang'an and made a long-cherished wish for the rest of his life: Then I hope that I will be in Jiuzhou in the next life, and I will take you to see the moonlight in Chang'an and enjoy Chang'an in the world.
The country is in decline, the mountains and rivers are in decline, and everyone is full of great ambitions, but in troubled times, it is difficult to realize them all.
Intention: Fengyun of the Tang Dynasty
