It's very cliché, the rising sun shines on Yuan Zhen's dark green robe, his face is kissed by the light, and the wind looks so gentle. The tall horse walked slowly, and everyone in the city, men, women, old and young, cheered when they saw it. The refugees were driven to a dark corner of the city wall, as if they were afraid that this group of people would pollute the most beautiful scenery of Huosui (country name). Yi Sheng huddled in the crowd and looked at Yuan Jun like this. He was not envious. Everyone in this world has their own sufferings, and he is just a little curious. He seemed to be doing well, but why did he feel sad? But he had no time to think deeply. He didn't even know where his future would be.
Purpose: Mutual salvation