Donghua Fengyun

When he was five years old, he crawled out of the dead. On a snowy night, his old friend fell in front of him and used his body to block the fatal knife for him. He huddled in the grass, covering his mouth tightly, watching the murderer disappear into the night. From then on, his name was Li Donghua - a child picked up from the rubble by an old man, a person without a past. Fourteen years later, the truth was revealed: it was not his father who died in front of him that night, but his close relative who gave up his life for him; the person he had hated for fourteen years had been guarding him secretly, but he could not recognize him until his death. This is his first lesson in life: some protection, silence as snow. From that day on, he set off on a path of no return. People around him left one by one - his brother shielded him from the knife, his counselor left half a letter, the general fell at the border, his lover waited for him all his life, and the child said he would still be his son in the next life. He sent them away one by one and buried them in his heart one by one. He went from the rivers and lakes to the court, from an exile to the founder of the Dayan Dynasty. The world called him Emperor Taizongwen, but he was just a mortal who tried his best to protect those behind him. He guarded a city for more than thirty years. Stay until only the shadow is left around you. At the last moment, he stood on the tower and looked at the vast mountains and rivers. He didn't answer whether it was worth it. He just turned around and kept walking. Because behind him, there are tens of millions of people to protect. Heroes are forced out - forced to make a city out of their own flesh and blood. This city is called the world. He held on.