Even If We Have Exhausted the End of Han Dynasty, We Cannot Fully Calculate Ourselves.

If you were destined to never return home, what kind of mark would you choose to leave on this era? That year, four people fell from the 2,500-year-old space-time experiment and were scattered in the beacon fire in all directions. One became Cao Cao's most trusted advisor, one became the most amazing and talented strategist under Yuan Shao, one became the silent craftsman behind Liu Bei, and the other became the heavenly doctor respected by thousands of people in troubled times. They know the future civilization, but they are willing to destroy everything and completely integrate into this clumsy and hot era. Zhao Fan looked up at the stars in the Cao Mansion and used a charcoal pen to draw "Jupiter and the Moon" for her; Shen Yuan deduced coldly in the big tent in Hebei, but deep down in his heart was a name that spanned thousands of years; Lin Qingmo was sweating profusely by the quenching pool, forging his longing for his family into every inch of his armor; Gu Qiutang traveled all over the world carrying the medicine box and witnessed countless lives and deaths, but he was still unable to heal his loneliness. They are enemies and confidants. There was a counter-intentional plan in Guandu, and Shen Yuan was imprisoned because of Zhao Fan; there was a fire in Chibi, and the four of them didn't know each other across the river. It wasn't until they gathered together at the top of Mount Tai that the broken space-time crystal could no longer shine, that they suddenly realized: We have calculated all the hydrology of Guandu and the wind direction of Chibi, but in the end we cannot calculate the regret in each other's eyes and the words "go home" that can never be uttered. "We have been able to calculate celestial phenomena and create thunder since two thousand years ago, but we cannot calculate a woman's wedding date, nor can we stop saying 'we are ordered to get married'." This is an epic about knowledge, choice and destiny. History remembers the heroes, but they turn into dust and smoke, leaving only a few sighs in the wind.