When the flames of war in the late Sui Dynasty licked both sides of the Yellow River, a soul fell from a thousand years later. Li Yuanba, a modern social animal, curled up in his swaddling clothes, wearing a male mask of "King Zhao of the West Prefecture", hiding his daughter's body in the shadow of the sword.
Her "crow's mouth" is the sharpest weapon. When she talks about Zhongyu Wenji's conspiracy, thunder will break the food and grass; when she exposes Li Jiancheng's ambition, the night in the East Palace will be full of leaks. Dealing with Yang Guang in the Golden Palace, competing with heroes in the rivers and lakes, the blood on the stirrups is mixed with the scent of rouge. When the two hammers are swung, not only the enemy troops are shocked, but also the shackles of the times on women.
When the blood of Xuanwu Sect dyed the morning glow red, she used the body temperature of the traveler to warm the cold strategy. Those laughter and tears hidden under the iron helmet, those spicy sticks mixed with the smoke of gunpowder, will eventually spell out a name hotter than the history books in the folds of history - not someone's vassal, but the overlord who splits the chaos.
