Nanchi has been praying for peace for ten years. There are evil wolves outside, the ministers are corrupt inside, the emperor has no interest in court affairs, and the prince is arrogant. Where is the way out for the country? So a group of young people decided to cut out the flesh and bones of this rotten dynasty. They gathered together and shouted: I have good intentions, and even though I died nine times, I still have no regrets.
Many years later, when Su Wuyi was leading a horse and leaving Qi'an City, she saw a lazy orange cat lying in the warmest place in the sun, stretching its waist and staring blankly, watching countless pedestrians pass by without being moved.
In the farewell pavilion outside the city, Yi Zhaoqing waded into the river to break willow branches and give them to each other. Su Wuyi accepted the willow branches and said with a smile: "The mountains are high and the road is far away. Maybe I haven't been back for many years, so I don't have to wait for you." After that, he rode away with his whip.
Inside the high wall with red walls and green tiles, Jing Xihe stood under a magnolia tree, thinking of the magnolia that the woman had picked for her many years ago, and finally sighed: Life is impermanent.
Intention: I have good intentions, even though I died nine times, I still have no regrets