The World Is Turbulent

Li Xun, the most inconspicuous fifteenth son of Xuanzong, was pushed to the ground and given poisonous wine, and his heart was lit for the first time. He could hear the whispers of historical heroes, but he could also see that beneath the iron hooves of the rebels lay the eternal darkness that had destroyed ancient civilizations - the chaos of the world. Ma Weipo's words of life and death entrustment in front of him, the common people's advice in front of his sickbed, and the inextricable ties in his blood. He moved forward step by step amidst the collapse of imperial power and conflict in troubled times, using the lamp of his heart as a torch for every decision he made. No one knows how much darkness this light can illuminate, and no one knows where it will eventually go. Many years later, the lights on the streets of Chang'an were changing. The light that burned out of the darkness never went out. The prosperous age is not without darkness, But there are people who are willing to light themselves up as lights in the darkness.