Lin Ji, the eldest son of General Lin, is talented in literature, gentle and unrestrained. He is the admired son of all the girls in the capital, but he is also an outlier in the Lin family because he does not know martial arts.
"Lin Ji, you can write about the wind and moon, but you can't write about the pain. When you looked up at the moon, have you ever heard the Qiang flute outside Jiu Sha Slope?"
Later, Lin Ji changed his name to Lin Ji. He also wrote poems, but he could not forget what the man once said to him when he was under him.
"This is it?" Lin Ji took the jade pendant sent by Chang Le and was a little confused.
"Huh? Don't you know? These are the words of the fourth prince. Don't say it was me who said it."
Lin Ji was stunned, and gently rubbed the word Huai Fei on the jade pendant, "Huai Fei, Huai Fei, no wonder..."
"Zimu? Zimu? It doesn't sound good. I don't want you to suffer yourself, so why not call it Zhifei?"
"Zhifei, how can a person do this in this life?"
Actually, you didn't mean to say Zhifei at all, you just wanted me to change it to Zifei.
"The old man finally wrote a word of sadness, but unfortunately I crossed out the heart."
"Huaifei, maybe Ke wants you to learn self-denial, and Huaifei wants you to have more compassion when you are in this position. Being a minister is different from being a Supreme Being. You have to give others a way out, and give yourself a way out."
"Zimu, do you know what Xue Yangtian was thinking when he saw this word? He thought that I would kill my mother, him, and his dynasty. Only you, you are telling me that you want me to be the best among ten thousand people."
After the snow, the sticks and quinoas come to the Dan Valley, and the jade sounds come to disperse the purple dust. Lin Ji, Lin Ji, do you remember whether it was Zi Chen or Zi Chen?
Purpose: To save and help each other