Gather tonight, share the weight of our past. Beneath the moonlight, let the parting sorrow fade.
Ten miles of peach blossoms, destined to scatter. So much loyalty and affection, yet meeting again is hard...
Meet in a foreign land, drink until we’re drunk.
Continue the sorrow, speak of the long years.
Never forget our original purpose. Brothers never abandon each other. A thousand cups, and we curse how late we met!
Two modern men arrive in the Ming dynasty. But because the protagonist transmigrated the wrong way, he can only become someone’s lackey.
At first, he resents being forced to smile when people come to beat him down. Then he enters officialdom and gets caught in schemes, all to protect himself. His hunger for power grows stronger and stronger, and from then on, he never turns back from the path of a lone courtier.
Even virtuous ministers may stop being virtuous when their group’s interests are threatened.
What does it matter if he has to go up against a whole crowd of famous ministers to be a good lackey?
Cannons roar as we march north with the army.
Blood-red banners rise, songs ring out, and our might shakes the land.
Do not grieve over life’s joys and sorrows.
We range eight thousand miles in every direction. Who dares stand against us?
Our bloodlust burns. Our blades point the way.
The Skeleton Division passes, leaving corpses everywhere, their souls returning to foreign lands.
Why die a hundred deaths for our country?
Smile and sigh,
no need to lament the passage of time.
Hooves thunder, and I ride north.
I kill with wild abandon, my heart soaring, while sun and moon tremble.
I will expand our borders and conquer in every direction.
The mighty Ming shall make all nations... come pay tribute!
They supported each other when they first met, then were overwhelmed with emotion when they met again. The brothers united and brought down the wicked consort. But once Brother Shou became emperor and brought the civil and military officials to heel, everything changed.
Brother Shou’s departure caused their differences to erupt. Their positions no longer aligned with the new emperor’s, and they broke with him. With this army, which had ranged eight thousand miles and was invincible once its numbers reached ten thousand, he unleashed a storm of blood and slaughter.
Only at the end did he learn that he was still a lackey, and that everything had been arranged long ago.
Once I traveled to the Ming Dynasty, the name Zhang Shanfeng was a good one, as it was homophonic to Zhang Sanfeng. A grown man works hard, strives for a house, a car and land, and achieves his beautiful dreams [laughing][laughing][laughing]
Very good, what a pity