A ghost from a thousand years later arrived, and the court hall in the first year of Jingkang was filled with the aroma of wheat cakes.
Your Majesty, there is a stone outside the pass. When struck, there is a sound like a wooden fish. It is rumored that it is a lost mortal object with the sound of thunder in the west sky. Do you want it?
Your Majesty, there is a girl from the Uyghurs. Her body is filled with a strange fragrance. It is said that butterflies are flying around her and never leaving her. Do you want to see her?
Your Majesty, there is a precious blood coral in the Eastern Japan, which is more than seven feet high and filled with mist. Such a treasure should be kept in the treasury of my father.
Under Zhao Huan's constant temptation, Zhao Ji completely lost himself.
My land, my land, all my land.
Li Gang: "Officials, military expenses and logistics are tight at the front."
Zhao Heng: "Ouyang Xun, let's go and loot the residences of several important ministers to support military expenses."
Yue Fei: "The official family, the Mongolian cavalry are acting erratically, and I request to form a Shenji battalion."
Han Shizhong: "Officially, the city of Xifan is in filthy condition. I ask you to burn the city as appropriate to prevent the plague from ravaging the military camp."
Zhao Huan: "I don't care how you do it. I just want the books to be written in the same way, the cars to be on the same track, and the world will speak Mandarin."
