Fu Yan is the scorching sun in northern Xinjiang that will never fade away. Thousands of miles of grassland galloping across the wild, horse hooves skimming the yellow sand and treading on thorns. The general is sitting on a horse, a young man in bright clothes and an angry horse, drunk and full of courage.
Xie Lan is the lone goose on the top of the snow-capped mountains in the northwest, as clear and moist as jade is Zi Chen, and as cold and bone-chilling as Zi Chen. It's as bright as the moon in the sky, and its ripples look like phosphorus in the water.
"In ancient times, the prostitutes Huo and Yao retreated tens of thousands of miles away from the Xiongnu. Today, I, Fu Xuanze, chase the sun back to the desert and push forward. What I hold in my heart is thousands of miles of yellow sand, for the sake of the millions of people in the southern part of the country. I am not loyal to you, but I am loyal to you."
"My general, the smoke of war is rising ten miles away in the northern border, which has swept my mood. My heart is Xuan Ze, and my sword has no eyes. I don't want to hurt you. I'm waiting for you to return in Shangxuesu. I'm waiting for you to put on your armor and go to the first snow with me, just with you."
Fu Xuanze is Xie Zichen's general, and he who protects the country will also protect you.
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