Shuofeng Looks North

The beacon smoke that started at the frontier will eventually settle within the confines of the court. The undercurrent of party struggle surges behind the wealthy family, and every step is stepped on the tip of a knife; betrayal is a poison tempered with ice, which can freeze and crack the strongest bones. But there are always people who are willing to use loyalty and courage as a shield to hold up the sky when it falls; there are always people who guard the morality of the world, hiding in the mountains and rivers far away, their chivalry and pride that is not inferior to that of the temple. The wind of the great era carries sand and dust, and everyone has to stand at the wind and choose a path. Who are loyal ministers? Who is the traitor again? No matter how loud the war drums beat, they cannot cover up the whispers of peace talks. The family, the country, and the world are as heavy as Mount Tai, but a fair heart is as light as a feather. But after all, some people regard this feather as the heaviest weight in their hearts.