Hanyuan Zhuding
by Alley Layman
About This Novel
The storyteller at the "Heming Tower" in the capital claps the wake-up wood, and the dignitaries in the hall hold their breath. Outside the window, the streets of the New Dynasty are bustling, and the patrol armor is as bright as a mirror - this is the thirty-fifth year of the "Qi" Dynasty. "As you all know," the old man said in a hoarse voice, "we were here sixty years ago, but what we were talking about was Di Rong demanding food and stick men running rampant. At that time, Chen Zhu, a scholar from a poor family, huddled in a dilapidated house in Shuofeng Town, with frostbite on his fingers, but clutching a copy of The Analects of Confucius..." He talked about the era when rice debt was crushing his spine: the frontier army was in arrears with pay, aristocratic families monopolized the imperial examinations, and the prince was unable to support himself. Until the war burned all the books, Chen Zhu abandoned his pen and picked up his sword, and went from gathering in the valley to the ups and downs of the temple, and finally in Jianghan, he created the Qingming world.
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Author's poem
After a month of planning, the new book is officially released. Let's use the following poem as the preface to this novel: "Qinyuanchun·Hanyuan Chasing the Ding"--Xie Zhangchi (Xianye layman) The cold wind cracks the robe, the frozen pen hangs with ice, and the moon is cool by the edge. Look at the broken scroll with a green lantern, where the bloodstains are faint; the white grass in the wasteland, where the horse's hooves are deeply hidden. The sound of a seventh-grade family and thirty years of dust are like frost on the tiles of a poor family. The most helpless thing is that in the books of sages, rice debts are difficult to repay. Suddenly the war broke out in panic, cracking the frozen soil and swallowing up the northern frontier with smoke. Then he abandoned his pen and picked up his sword, and gathered the people as a shield; he split the flag into armor, and life and death were ordinary. The temples are damp and cold, the rivers and lakes are turbid, and there are ups and downs and injuries. After all, Chutian is filled with great energy and thousands of miles of new sunshine.
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Official(1)Scraped 7d ago
Author's poem
After a month of planning, the new book is officially released. Let's use the following poem as the preface to this novel: "Qinyuanchun·Hanyuan Chasing the Ding"--Xie Zhangchi (Xianye layman) The cold wind cracks the robe, the frozen pen hangs with ice, and the moon is cool by the edge. Look at the broken scroll with a green lantern, where the bloodstains are faint; the white grass in the wasteland, where the horse's hooves are deeply hidden. The sound of a seventh-grade family and thirty years of dust are like frost on the tiles of a poor family. The most helpless thing is that in the books of sages, rice debts are difficult to repay. Suddenly the war broke out in panic, cracking the frozen soil and swallowing up the northern frontier with smoke. Then he abandoned his pen and picked up his sword, and gathered the people as a shield; he split the flag into armor, and life and death were ordinary. The temples are damp and cold, the rivers and lakes are turbid, and there are ups and downs and injuries. After all, Chutian is filled with great energy and thousands of miles of new sunshine.
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