Li Xuan, an eighteen-year-old military academy genius, fell into a mysterious cave during a bloody battle in which all his comrades were killed. When he opened his eyes again, he became the crying baby of the Dacheng Dynasty.
He composed a poem in seven steps and wrote an article at the age of three. He was regarded as the "immortal poet";
Before the smoke even rose, he had already forged a musket that cracked rocks and thundered.
The trade route is not open, the glaze in his palm is shining, and the fine salt is like snow.
Before he reached the weak crown, he became rich in the world with the name of "Xuan Shang".
But those eyes staring at the third prince in the deep palace finally made the East Palace stained with blood——
The prince's brother, who had protected him for half his life, was still laughing when his heart was pierced by a poisonous arrow: "Xuan'er, watch the peace for my brother."
From then on, the beacon fire at the border could not burn off the young general's silver armor.
The roar of firearms shattered the iron cavalry of the Great Zhou Dynasty, and the torrent of gold made of salt and wine engulfed the territory of Dashun.
When the banners of the Three Kingdoms were all embroidered with black dragon patterns, he left behind his nine-fold crown.
He retreated into the forest where he once rode horses with his brother.
History books wrote half of his life in tears:
Poems can connect the gods, wealth can overwhelm a country,
A musket caused chaos for three hundred years.
But no one knows,
That night, he clutched his brother's cold jade finger and wrote on the back of the ordnance picture: "I want the flames of war in this world to never burn the grass in front of your grave."
