Today's saints are fatuous and listen to and believe in evil villains, causing the world to fall apart and the great road to collapse.
Xie Xuan, a branch of the Xie family of Chen County, rebelled and fought hard in the troubled times.
However, Wang Xun of the Langya Wang clan, who had known Xie Xuan since childhood, ignored the opposition of his family and single-handedly attacked Xie Xuan.
The young general went to war on the battlefield, and became famous in the Battle of Jianning with a leaping horse and a spear. From then on, Xie Xuan showed his military talent to the world, and at the same time, it also left traces in Wang Xun's heart.
Xie Xuan Wang Xun survived a thousand miles away from life and death, and also survived after being wrapped in horse leather. Everyone said that Xie Xuan was as ruthless as the sharpest sword in the world on the battlefield, but only Wang Qi knew how careless Xie Xuan was in private.
Xie Xuan and Wang Xun earned glory in the sea of blood on the mountain of corpses. The imperial capital granted them fiefdom, horses, and the title of marquis and the chancellorship for only a moment. However, the saint was suspicious by nature. He linked Xie Xuan to the temple and sent Wang Xun to southern Xinjiang to harm him. In the end, Xie Xuan led his troops to rebel in advance.
As everyone knows, Zhenbei Hou fought his way from the imperial capital to Yongjia, and led the Xie family army all the way north to Xunyang.
The Battle of Xunyang was extremely fierce, and the imperial capital sent Jiang Hui, the Marquis of Yongchang, to resist.
The army pressed on the border, and the Marquis of Zhenbei was dressed in military uniforms, wearing bright clothes and angry horses.
But Jiang Hui said, "Wang Xun died in southern Xinjiang, and his body was not found."
Xie Xuan went crazy and lost his mind. He didn't believe it.
In the end, Jiang Hui and the imperial cavalry were buried together with Xie Xuan in Xunyang.
Xie Xuan never saw the young man who came to see him alone until his death.
Ps: It's just a short essay that I suddenly wanted to write.
Intention: The past has become empty, still like a dream
