"Throne of Dust: The Chen She Family"
Lishan stone powder chokes the lungs, and the cold rain in Daze is biting. The shackles of the nine hundred prisoners' feet were scabbed with blood, and their lives were as cheap as mud. Chen Sheng, a man from Yangcheng, carried a huge boulder with his rickety back, and his whip marks were piled with old scars. He raised his head and saw swan geese plundering the blood cloud. The sentence "Hey! How can a sparrow know the ambition of a swan!" Rolled out of his throat and burned the ears of Wu Guang, a fellow countryman.
The rain trapped Daze Township, and Qin Lu killed everyone who missed the deadline like a knife hanging from his neck. Night talk in the shack, a musty smell mixed with despair. The bonfire jumped in Chen Sheng's eyes, and he cracked the silk with a hiss: "The world has been suffering from Qin for a long time! Princes, generals and prime ministers - would you rather have the seed?!" The elixir book in the belly of the fish, the fox croaking in the night temple, the fate of destiny is strange, and the people's hearts are on fire. The city of Chenjun was destroyed, and the tiger-skin throne was cold.
Power is a bone-gnawing poison. Ge Ying's blood spattered the new palace, and suspicion was like maggots in the tarsal bones. The soil of Hebei was cracked, Xingyang was stalemate, Tian Zangjiao ordered to kill Wu Guang, Aocang was defeated and mountains of corpses fell. Zhang Han's black tide pressed down on his territory, the red paint of Chenjun Palace was not yet dry, and the blood had already soaked through the gold bricks. Everyone rebelled and separated from their relatives, and the wind and snow came to an end.
Of course, blood feud is not cold! The white-haired veteran Cai Cili fought in the whirlpool, and his blood stained the frozen soil. At the foot of Xinyang City, Lu Chen wrapped his head in a green scarf and was nicknamed "Cangtou Army"! The mourning soldiers were like an angry tide, attacking Chen County at night, nailing the rebels and taking back the old master's head.
To the west of Fengyi, Peixian County, the official road is as cold as a knife. Liu Bang, the commander of the pavilion, was escorting the slaves and heard that Chen Sheng's body was missing. The slaves fled and the ropes broke. He pulled out the old sword, cut off the shackles, pointed at the bright mountains, and roared through the frozen soil: "Everyone, please go! I will pass away from now on!"
The throne rises from the dust, and turns into a barren hill in June. However, the sound of "Prince and General Xiang Ning has the guts?!" Is like thunder bursting the frozen soil of Kyushu, and the embers will not be extinguished and will eventually start a prairie fire.
Intention: The grass is king, the king's power is eroding the bones, and a spark of fire sets off a prairie fire, illuminating the abyss of human nature and its eternal struggle.