In the battle at Chuanyun Valley, Xie Guan was defeated miserably. Three thousand soldiers died in a fitting manner, with thousands of arrows piercing their hearts.
Xie Gu: I would rather have broken jade than complete tiles!
In a flash of cold light, Xie Yan did not want to be captured and committed suicide. The last thing that flashed in his mind was that gentle and jade-like cheek, and he immediately regretted it.
When I opened my eyes again, it was twenty years since Dingyuan:
Xie Yan, who had just crawled out of the medicine jar: One word, hurts my son to death!
Xie Yan cried with joy as he closed and opened his eyes. He was really not dead??!
Even though his legs are shorter and his arms are shorter, Xie Yan is back to the time when he was a baby and had to live on the run every day, holding a pot of medicine and serving with silver needles every day...
Xie Qian (Crying without tears/crossed out): For the great cause of this prince (marrying a wife), can you not work hard?
A gentle man next door said: Oops, brother Xiaoqian is crying again!
The cry was pitiful and pitiful.
Our story begins seventeen years later.
Intention: The mountains and rivers are broken, the country is to be reorganized, the treacherous ministers are eliminated internally, and the barbarians are defended externally. See how Xie Guan and Zhao Yi join hands to disturb the sea of clouds and watch the green mountains together.