There is no favoritism in the vulgar paintings on paper. I only wish that the wind blows on my fur, with one sleeve rolled up to be cool and thin, the head tilted, and the smile shallow. If there is one person who can overcome this harsh winter, break away from the gloomy sky, and frighten the people, he will be praised. Duan Chuqing thought, that person should be the most beautiful talent in Zhongzhou.
But Xie Fangchi walked out of the poor mountains and rivers, and with an understatement, the sky of Chu was red, and the courage of those seeking power was raised. But he just tilted his head and smiled weakly, as if it didn't matter to him, but he wanted to make a big mistake.
The treacherous ministers and traitors were able to be punished. Among the ten thousand people who bowed their heads before the emperor, there was no one who was not the treacherous ministers and traitors. Just because of the silent suspicion, the loyal ministers were turned into bones and turned to the glacier with enthusiasm.
No one said that Xie Fangchi was wrong, but when he caught a glimpse of fatigue in those clear eyes, he really doubted himself.
"Ten years ago, my father stood here. He was for the sake of thousands of people. But I am not him, and my heart is small. If you raise your eyes and look behind me, across the great pass, all you can see is the prosperity of Chu. But I don't even need to look. There are people I want to protect there, so it is impossible for your alien army to step into the river guarding territory."
"I will fight to the death."
Xie Fangchi x Duan Chuqing
It's an ancient fantasy, with no writing style, a lot of personal settings, and no logic. Don't take it too seriously, just have fun reading the text and pictures. Original he.
Intention: Feelings of family and country, running in both directions