Xie Heng, the third son of the Marquis of Ding'an, was famous at a young age. At the age of 15, he left home and traveled around the world, living in seclusion. Over the years, whenever his articles are published, they can arouse the excitement of countless literati. His calligraphy, painting and calligraphy are sought after by countless people, and it is said that his appearance is even more extraordinary. At this critical moment, he resolutely came out to save the country from the crisis.
At a time when the country was in crisis, Xie Heng finally returned to the land where he had left for five years and stood in front of Xie Zhuoling's tomb. His words turned into a long sigh.
On the way down the mountain, I met a young man in black clothes. He was short, thin, and soaked. He was walking awkwardly in the rain, but his back was hard and straight. There was a vague smell of blood lingering around him. He found it interesting for a while, so he took him home and took him as his disciple, naming him Zhao Jing.
This son was indeed an extraordinary person. Two years later, he won the first prize in the imperial examination. After entering the court, he climbed to the position of prime minister in less than a year. During this time, Xie Heng's army of only 80,000 men defeated the Shu army of 140,000 men. When he returned, he saw that the once skinny boy had grown into a gentleman with a majestic body and a dignified appearance, with a faint sense of alienation around him.
But he didn't expect that one day, Zhao Jing would gasp for breath, press on Xie Heng and hug his half-naked body, mutely shouting over and over again: "Sir..."