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The loyal bones are buried in the yellow sand, and the real dragon is hidden in the border. Shen Yanchen was adopted as an orphan by the general Xiao Lin and his three deputy commanders since he was a child. He grew up in a military camp in the north. The four men taught him military strategy, martial arts and light skills. Fifteen years of warmth and warmth made him the most stable time in his life. He didn't know that he was the legitimate prince who was living in exile in the palace. At that time, Li Guipin was vicious and planned to exchange the prince with a civet cat, kill the queen and deceive the emperor, single-handedly disrupt the court, and lay a huge conspiracy to consolidate power. Undercurrents of life and death are surging, and murderous intentions are surging in the court. The traitorous concubine conspired to conspire with the enemy, the imperial edict came to the door, and the killers surrounded him. Four close relatives and elders fought to protect him, stained the yellow sand with their blood, and risked their lives to die. The truth of his life experience that had been sealed for fifteen years, as well as the blood feud, were all placed on his shoulders. Overnight, the young man lost his way home and walked into the mortal world with his lonely blade, carrying his grudges and walking alone in the world. Xie Lingxi, the heroine of the Jianghu, helps each other with justice and walks with her friends. She does not care about love and only abides by morality. He endured and lay dormant, gathered his old troops, laid out the secrets of the palace, and gradually peeled away the hypocritical mask of Concubine Li, revealing the ultimate conspiracy of exchanging sons, killing the queen, poisoning the emperor, and plotting to usurp the throne. The palace changes are bloody, the traitor is beheaded, and the blood feud will finally be settled. The emperor repented on his deathbed and wanted to be bestowed upon the world, but he had no intention of being a noble man and had no love for the imperial power and splendor. Clear the court situation, stabilize the country, and retire with success. He retired to the deserted village of Bianguan, stayed with Zhongliang's tomb, and spent the rest of his life guarding the old love of the warm tent. No entanglements in love, no clichés of forced access to the throne, Only the tragic song of loyalty, lonely revenge, and a clear and relieved destiny are left blank.