Library

The emperor is like a lion, powerful in the sea, and wise throughout the ages. That's what everyone said. Whether in Chang'an City, where the purple aura lingers, or in the distant grasslands, whether they are foot soldiers, slaves, or dignitaries, they are all in awe of the old emperor of Chang'an City. In the past few decades of the emperor's rule, the Han army has achieved repeated victories, and its territory has been unprecedentedly large, and small countries in all directions have bowed to it. In the imperial capital of Chang'an, the prosperity of Thirteen Square, the aroma of aged wine in the wine shop, and the charming eyes of the women in the brothel make every young man from the countryside feel lost. Literati and poets wrote articles that have been handed down for generations. Whether it was true feelings or flattery, they all praised everything in this prosperous age. However, there are always people who are awake in the night and prepare knives in secret, intending to occupy the throne under the lion when it grows old. At this moment, hidden in the edict, in the court, and deep in the palace, in addition to desire and ambition, there is also hot blood, which may flow in the chest or spatter from the wound. Either it falls on the enemy's face and becomes cold, or it falls on one's own body and is pronounced dead. Almost at the same time, at the beginning of the story-- The ancient road remains the same as before. The carriage departs from Chang'an and arrives at the vast grassland. With the order of the Han Dynasty, it meets the unknown fate. The bitter wine and the sword dripping with dark blood will be the last struggle of several young people. It is mutual warmth in the cold wind, and also a naked embrace in the dark night.