In the first year of Chengyun, there was bloodshed at Yong'an Gate. The next day, the emperor appointed Xie Heng as the governor of Dongchang.
A few days later, the color of the imperial city changed, and the Meridian Gate was filled with blood. The kill was astonishing, and people were shocked to realize the edge of this knife.
Gu Xun returned to Beijing during the New Year's Day and met his former classmate during the snowfall. During the killing spree, the color of the young master's white robe finally changed.
He watched the crimson robe disappear into the wind and snow, and suddenly remembered that the first time they met him was also on a snowy day. The young man from the Gu family, who was a man of Zhilan Yushu, broke into his life, just like the winter that came suddenly and came and went like the wind, carrying light white snow and drifting into his wine.
"As a frontier general, he has been in close contact with the chamberlain. Gu Yu'an, do you want to rebel?" Faced with Xie Heng's harsh words, Gu Xun smiled and sighed in a low voice, "Finally, I won't call you general anymore."
Intention: The real salvation is not the victory after fighting, but the ability to find the strength of life and peace of mind in the midst of suffering. —— Camus