Xiao Jue: "Teacher has taught and nurtured me. He is my teacher, just like my father. Now that Xiao Jue has grown up, he comes to say goodbye."
A dusty memory, entering an unknown chess game.
Who blurred the lines? Who has lost his conscience?
Zuo Zichen: "Although I am not favored, I am not at the mercy of others. Your Highness, put away your aloof attitude. The throne and I are just a matter of thought."
The beacon fires of the deer competition are ringing everywhere, and we smile to see the troubled times set sail.
The wind blows in the bright hall, and whoever paints with a pen and ink will sing the praises of the mountains and rivers.
Intention: With one stroke of splash ink, the mountains and rivers are eulogized