
Candle Dragon at the End of Han Dynasty
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In the first year of Jian'an, the world was in turmoil. The princes are tearing apart the earth, and the Han Dynasty is in turmoil. Under Yuan Shu's command in Huainan, there was a general named Nalan Moran with the courtesy name Qingchi. He was holding a black iron candle dragon spear, which he had fought for Yuan Shu in the past ten years. His reputation was the sharpest edge of the Huainan Army, but it also became the most dazzling cold light beside the emperor's bed. A master of great power has always been the number one killer in troubled times. When the cloud of suspicion finally engulfed the last trace of trust, Nalan Moran rode out of the camp alone on a moonlit night, with the candle dragon gun reflecting the cold stars. Behind him was the illustrious "Zhong Family" hegemony, and the road ahead was the vast Kyushu that was still at war. He wanted to just jump into the rivers and lakes and ignore the disputes. However, the wheel of fate is always turning at the desperate moment. On the way back to the north, the shuo wind blew up the smoke of sad beards and horseshoes - it turned out to be the southern Xiongnu tribe returning from plunder. In the gap between the wind and sand, he caught a glimpse of the startling figure in the prison car, and Jiao Weiqin hugging him tightly in his arms. That is the talented woman who is famous all over the world, Cai Yan and Cai Wenji. On one side are the old masters and hegemonies that have become strangers, and on the other are the civilization and ruins that have fallen into the dust. Nalan Moran stood on the vast ancient road with his spear drawn across the horse. This time, the tip of his spear is not for the ambition of the princes, but for the dignity of a person and the glory of an era that is about to be annihilated.
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