Ten years ago, when the late Emperor was critically ill, the Beirong invaded. The prince personally took command to repel the enemy. The battle report came that the Daheng army had won a complete victory, but the prince fell ill and died unfortunately on the way back. Shortly thereafter, the late emperor passed away and King Xuan ascended the throne. He also changed from the eldest grandson of the emperor among thousands of people to the young marquis of Muyang. That's all. In that case, it's better to spend your whole life drinking, doing flowers, riding horses and whipping up whips, which can be considered a happy life. It's just that drinking ice for ten years can't cool your hot blood. Underneath the free and easy smile is a vigorously beating heart.
In the bitter cold land on the border, the figure of a thin man often appears in Wangxi City where the sky is covered by yellow sand and the sun is blocked. Wearing a gray and blue gown, he taught his students how to write Chinese and Chinese calligraphy in school. No one knows what kind of secrets are hidden in Xu Fengqing's body.
"If you had to choose between the imperial power and me, what would you choose?"
"Imperial power."
"Since you want it, I will help you."
"I haven't finished yet. Is it the land of the king in the whole world, and the land of the king is the land of the princes. Of course you and I want it too."