Border passes, windy sand, bright moon, Populus euphratica, high city walls, blooming Gesang flowers...
Fuyuan Zhou has been to the frontier, but he has never really fought a war, because when he came here in the past, he was not able to control the military.
But now, he can wear a yellow robe and ascend to the hall at any time, but he has lost his original ambition.
When Ding Sisi told the story of Fu Zheng and Murong Jie, the frontier dream scene appeared in front of him. Fuyuan Zhou stood on the city wall and looked into the distance. The lonely moon was cold, the summer wind was floating, and the howls of wild beasts were loud and clear from unknown places. As he stood up, he held Langya's cold sword, and for a moment it was difficult to tell whether he was Fu Zheng or Fu Yuanzhou.
At that time, when the man he should call his father was sitting on the city wall, drinking fireballs and missing the man who was full of madness and never belonged to anyone, how did he feel with hope and despair?
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