
Jing'an Edict
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Suppressing rebellion is for peace. It is safe to avoid disasters. In the thirty-first year of Yuanjia, Xia Zi Zhao Wu issued the Jing'an Edict. The world is peaceful, the rivers are clear and the sea is flowing. Of course. The monster clan returns, and the dynasty falls into decline. Eight hundred miles of iron-blooded pass, the smoke and dust dissipated. Hundreds of thousands of elite soldiers and cavalry, no one survived. The emperor's family moved south, and the common people sighed. A noble prince fled thousands of miles just to keep hope for the dynasty. There are also bald donkeys who kneel to the immortals and gods from all over the world to create rivers and mountains. Crossing south in clothes. Who is the beauty in Zhuque Street and Wuyi Alley? Princes, generals and prime ministers would rather have their own kind. A country boy, holding an ax, shouted and asked. The flowers in the backyard fade, and the song of generosity is lamented. This is the worst of times. Dark, bloody, cold, cruel. Millions of survivors, thousands of miles of dry bones, who can see them? Shen Bai drew his sword and stood up, intending to expedition to the north and restore the Central Plains.
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