It was the eighth day of the ninth month in the year 775. The strong winds blew across the Nanqiu Plains in Chengzhou. The countless blades of wilted grass fluttered with the wind, appearing like a golden ocean. Over the horizon, only an old, wilted tree was visible. The tallest peak in Chengzhou, Heqi Peak, was a blurry line in the distance. It was like an elephant that was asleep, covered by the fog.
Li Ce was wearing a yellow cloak. Imperial guards followed behind him. His expression was unusually stern. He sat on his horse's back, his hair slightly messed up by the wind and sweeping across his face, causing some itching sensations. The man swept aside his hair impatiently, pointed at the guards behind him and said, "The few of you, go. Go there and help me block the wind."
Lu Yunxi frowned and replied, "Your Highness, Yan Bei's troops are in front watching us."
