The First Official of Daqian

After being buried alive in the Hou Mansion, Jiang Qi broke open the coffin and trampled the white flag under his feet: "Who made the rules? From today on, it will be mine." From then on, he became Dayin's most arrogant leader. Spending a lot of money to buy a smile, just listening to the rain in the brothel; turning over the clouds with one hand, daring to lift the table for justice; riding alone out of the fortress, smiling at the sunset over the long river. The eldest princess hid her thoughts in the strings of the harp, the new emperor held him as the sharpest blade in his hand, and the Qing Dynasty regarded him as a scourge. On the day when he was granted the title of Marquis, under the watchful eyes of everyone, he gently placed the Prince Consort's golden seal on the dragon table and bowed to the king on the high throne: "The country is so beautiful, I... Want to see it." After that, he walked into the world one by one. I have listened to the pipa on the boats in the south of the Yangtze River, and drank the Shaohou wine in the lonely city in the desert. Most of them are lonely shadows on the cold river. When old friends meet, they will spend the rest of their joy with a cup of turbid wine. Until one snowy night, when he opened the door of a wine shop in a border town, someone beside the fire raised his head, with a warm light in his eyes: "Sir, would you like some warm wine?" The sky was full of wind and snow, suddenly gentle. --- This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.