(April 23, the seventh year of Guanghe·Rain)
The bronze mirror reflected a completely unfamiliar face, with sharp eyebrows and deep eyes, and a mustache like a halberd.
Yesterday I was Gongsun Mingyue reading papers in the library, but today I am Gongsun Zan, the cavalry captain in the late Han Dynasty.
Outside the tent, the strong wind blows, and the white horse plows its front hooves uneasily.
The words in the military report on the desk were shocking: "Guangyang Yellow Turban Canal Commander Cheng Yuanzhi gathered tens of thousands of people to plunder Yuyang and destroy Ji County."
The fingertips stroked the cold sword spine - this troubled world has finally come.
Reader comments
Keep a diary? Damn it, what did the author think? There was no paper at that time, and it was not easy to save. Who would be a serious person to write a diary? You are here to fight for hegemony. Ancient bamboo slips are not easy to carry. What to do if they are exposed? Don't Chengdu understand that things are kept secret?
It's not very realistic. How could Liu Hong let you discover it so smoothly?
Keep a diary? Damn it, what did the author think? There was no paper at that time, and it was not easy to save. Who would be a serious person to write a diary? You are here to fight for hegemony. Ancient bamboo slips are not easy to carry. What to do if they are exposed? Don't Chengdu understand that things are kept secret?
It's not very realistic. How could Liu Hong let you discover it so smoothly?