In the fourth year of Taiping, Liang Prince Xiao Xu passed away at the age of twenty; not far away in the north, Song Minzhen killed his sworn brother Qin Shu and his children and proclaimed himself emperor, changing the country's name to Yan; in Ruowa, there was civil strife, and Wuji captain Chen Wen secretly went south.
Three years later, a 5-year-old child ascended to the throne in ignorance, and his life also entered a countdown.
Twenty years later, a young man was ordered to return to Beijing.
Huishui slowly wakes up in the spring breeze, and the white snow in Dongling reflects golden light.
The needle of fate was turned once again.
It's a boring idea, I'll update it casually
Intent: A war that lasts for decades, a surging river, and the fate of those who are involuntarily caught up in the torrent of the times. This is a story with no answer and no ending. Only the wheel of history keeps moving forward, passing through blood and dust.