The first year of Jian'an.
Zhang Yuan.
A lazy fish in the northeastern part of Guangling Commandery rolled over.
The tides of the Han dynasty carried on.
Zhang Fei stared at the portrait in the hall, the corner of his mouth twitching.
“Who is this to you?”
Zhang Yuan: “That's my father.”
“Uncle, Yide pays his respects.”
Sun Ce: “Brother Yuan, would you come with me to Jiangdong?”
Zhang Yuan: “Bofu, you can see my eldest nephew is still here.”
Zhang Fei: “You two-faced Sun Ce, with those thick eyebrows and big eyes! You want to be my elder?”
