Yongle of the Ming Dynasty: Bastards Are Also Crazy

Traveling through the Ming Dynasty and becoming the concubine of the British Duke Zhang Fu, the fool suddenly sobered up. The ancient power in his body was out of control. Write poetry? It's a small matter. I shocked everyone with my Linjiang Immortal Skill. Zhu Di all praised me for having the style of Han and Wei Dynasties. Can't you write poetry? Listen to my life as if it were just like the first time I met you. What? You say I am a scholar? Pooh! You and I have no grievances, so how can we accuse someone of innocence out of thin air? Take a good look. Flying fish suit, embroidered spring knife. I am a royal guard who is hated by gods and ghosts. If you slander me again, I will let you taste the ten tortures of Zhao Prison. … Confronting the Mongolian cavalry? King Han, are you not out of your mind? That's not how wars are fought. Did you see the more than two hundred cannons behind me? From a distance of three hundred feet, hit him first. All tactical interludes come from the fear of insufficient firepower. My purpose is one. Everything within the caliber of a cannon is truth! If anyone refuses to obey, I will beat him until he obeys. King Han, you don't have to be afraid, I'm not talking about you. So Zhu Di looked at Zhang Xian with more and more strange eyes. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.