In October of the ninth year of Pinghe, the leader of the Beili tribe, Chiwusuhe, assembled tens of thousands of cavalry and deployed troops on the front line of Yinshan Mountain in northern Xinjiang. Xie Yun, the king of Zhenbei, sent several military reports in succession, requesting reinforcements, but the court turned a deaf ear and did not send troops.
On the second day of the winter lunar month, within the palace walls, there was singing and dancing, sleeves were fluttering, and people were drinking and drinking happily. The courtiers gathered together to celebrate the birthday of the prince. Under the night, the emperor's residence was brightly lit and people were intoxicated.
Thousands of miles away in the north of Xinjiang, gunpowder smoke filled the air, war drums thundered, white blades met, and flesh and blood flew everywhere. All the vanguard battalions of the Zhenbei Army died here. Corpses were everywhere in the small town of Shuofang under the moonlight, and blood flowed into rivers.
In the same year, on the seventh day of the twelfth lunar month, the Zhenbei Palace in Xingye City was attacked. More than 300 Xie clan members and servants were killed. The fire lit up half of the sky in the imperial capital. After that night, Xie Changqing, who was only six years old, fell into tuberculosis in the Valley of the Past.
Intention: Benevolence is in the heart, the road ahead is vast, and everything is waiting for you