Call a Deer a Dragon

Twenty years ago, there was bloodshed at the palace gate, the prince died violently, and only twenty words were recorded in the history of the country. No one knew that two babies came out of the north gate that night: one headed north and the other west. Twenty years later, the emperor invited his old friend who had not been to Beijing for twenty years to return to the capital and worship him as prime minister. To sign is to commit suicide; if not to sign, it is to commit rebellion. And in a place where no one is looking—— The old prime minister died of an empty imperial food box; The beacon soldiers on the Great Wall lit beacon fires for a "non-existent" army and died under military law. He said until his death: Soldiers passed by the wall at night, and there were chimes in the ranks, and when they struck, they answered each other's names; The nine-year-old young master was lifted up from the dry well, and from then on he could hear the movement underground. He said: To the northwest, someone is counting - the number is very big, but it is not finished yet. Civil and military officials throughout the dynasty would point to the deer and talk about the dragon, speaking quickly, loudly, and sincerely. Only two people refused: the prime minister who staked his life on the word "faith"; and the "waste" young master who kept the truth in a cricket cage. Everyone in the world says that the dragon is dead. The nursery rhymes in the west are singing: dragons are gone, but phoenixes are born.