Hexi Blood

In the cold wind of Mobei in the fourth year of Yuanshou, the 23-year-old Huo Qubing provoked the Xiongnu Golden Crown, but he did not know that the lights of Weiyang Palace had severed his fate from Liu Che. At the age of twelve, the boy was whipped and burned with cinnabar in front of the ice mirror of Ganquan Palace, and the pipa bones of three Huns spies were shot with a serial crossbow. The oath to drink with the emperor was soaked in the scent of lychees and blood; When the golden man worshiping the sky turned into a political curse, the bones of the war horses at the foot of the Qilian Mountains echoed in the Weiyang Palace with the jingling of the iron horses. In the firelight of Huo Qubing burying his captives alive, he glimpsed the cinnabar annotation on the emperor's bamboo slips - it was the mark that he drank with when he was young, but now it has become a reminder. In the torrent of history, the heroes' backbones were corroded by cinnabar, the emperor's tears seeped into the bamboo slips, and the former young friends finally became strangers, leaving only bloody cracks that carved eternal questions on the land of Hexi. Intention: The loyal soul reflects the mountains and rivers, and sacrifice creates eternity.