Chixue

He is ruthless and doesn't talk much. He is naturally dull and high-spirited. The young general attacks* with honey in his mouth and a sword in his belly. He is vicious and sinister. The white bird cuts black and sick, and the weak prince suffers. Rebellious ministers * thieves Mei Zhuqing＊Xiao Xu "I love your youthful spirit, I love your high spirits, I love your heart like a snake and scorpion, I love your eyebrows and eyes like a painting." "I want you to be well, I want you to live longer than heaven and earth, I want you to be rich and noble all your life, and I want you to know how to be happy and drunk in the world." (1) In the seventeenth year of Zhengyuan, there was a rare heavy snowfall in the capital, and catkins-like flying snow fell on the so-called golden capital. There is a rumor among the rich and powerful that the third prince Xiao Xu, who was granted the title of king and built a palace at the age of seven and was allowed to observe the government affairs by the Tian family, was hated and plotted by others and was poisoned by a strange poison in southern Xinjiang. Although he saved his life, he became a sick man with no shoulders and no arms, and it would be difficult for him to take on big responsibilities. The Holy Emperor was furious, and after a thorough investigation, he almost massacred the Queen's mother's family. The vitality of the family was greatly damaged, and he treated him as more and more friendly as compensation. "It's really been a past full of ups and downs." The young general wearing bright clothes and angry horses leaned against the stone pillars of the pavilion in the Spring Garden of Prince Jing's Mansion. His immature young man's figure and neat clothes outlined his tall and straight back. As the drizzle fell one after another, Mei Zhuqing looked back, and the protagonist of the story appeared in front of him like a magic trick. Standing with an umbrella, his tall and thin figure was shadowy in the halo lingering with the misty rain. "According to your temperament... Isn't it because you don't want to retaliate? The time has not yet come?" Xiao Xu smiled at him when he heard this, his affectionate peach blossom eyes completely suppressed the ambition and anger in his eyes, and the small mole at the corner of his eye flew up. His thin lips parted slightly, with his usual smiling expression. "Xiao Wang is a man of few words, but he relies entirely on General Xiao Mei." (2) Xiao Xu was a proud man of heaven, and he was chatting with Confucian scholars, and the whole capital was full of turmoil. Mei Zhuqing, who became famous at a young age, traveled thousands of miles on the battlefield without leaving a trace. They both had bright clothes and angry horses, they both had high spirits, and they had seen each other's eyes shining brightly. It's a pity that the life and death situation in the court is treacherous, and the body is covered with blood feud and muddy dirt that cannot be washed away. Mei Zhuqing knows that he has a deep mind, knows that he is a Buddha but has a snake heart, knows that he is full of blood debts, and knows that he is vicious and cruel. The blood feud he bears against all the people in the world, the poison that penetrates deep into his bones, and he is riddled with all kinds of diseases. But the young general still took his blood-covered hand, escaped from the capital city surrounded by ruins, crossed the thousands of mountains and rivers he had never walked, and rushed to the green waves and the free and high grasslands of the north. When the mountains and rivers are safe, when the great revenge is avenged, when all the dust settles, you and I will go to the mountains and seas thousands of miles away, and the world will be happy. Concept: Ha Ching Haiyan