When a gentleman is trapped in the palace wall, it is not his virtue that is harmed.
The red door hides aphids, and the ink sleeves are dyed in the waves.
I want to keep the book window clean, but it is stained with frost in the chess game.
The song is high and the song ends in harmony, and the only compilation is yellow.
Lin Chuan was originally an ordinary librarian, but he traveled through time and became the ninth prince of Dali.
With no military power and no backing, in this whirlpool of intrigues and imperial power, his only reliance was his vast knowledge and his deep understanding of the ways of a counselor.
When the eight princes were fighting for the throne, he pursued the strategy of "building walls high, hoarding grain, and becoming king slowly." He further refined his military equipment, steadily expanded his territory, replaced work with relief, built water conservancy projects, and turned thousands of miles of grassland into thousands of hectares of fertile farmland.
From a deserted border town with a thousand people, it only took him three years to reach the glorious age when all nations came to visit. When his brothers wanted to share the fruits of victory, Lin Chuan used a cannon to cook a pot of flesh and blood soup for them.
Reader comments
I feel so useless, so powerless, being bullied and beaten casually, and written in such a lighthearted way.
I feel so useless, so powerless, being bullied and beaten casually, and written in such a lighthearted way.