Shuoluanji

In the seven years of Yongming, the mountains and rivers of Dafeng were broken and swayed by wind and rain. The barbarian cavalry in the north knocks on the gate every year, and the beacon fire stretches for thousands of miles. It is a deadly foreign threat hanging at the gate of the country; the root of the disaster that can overthrow the country has never been just weapons outside the wall. The struggle for power in the court is intertwined, the rivers and lakes sects have their own agendas, and the temples are intertwined with the undercurrents of the rivers and lakes. The internal worries buried deep in the hinterland are far more heart-wrenching than the barbarian wars. In the seven years of Yongming, the mountains and rivers of Dafeng were broken and swayed by wind and rain. The barbarian cavalry in the north knocks on the gate every year, and the beacon fire stretches for thousands of miles. It is a deadly foreign threat hanging at the gate of the country; the root of the disaster that can overthrow the country has never been just weapons outside the wall. The struggle for power in the court is intertwined, the rivers and lakes sects have their own agendas, and the temples are intertwined with the undercurrents of the rivers and lakes. The internal worries buried deep in the hinterland are far more heart-wrenching than the barbarian wars.