That winter, he painted a piece of "Snow on Cold River" on his sick bed, which wiped out 300,000 barbarian cavalry in the north.
In the spring of that year, he casually recited a poem in the imperial garden, saying "The light rain in the sky is as moist as crisp cakes", which actually attracted sweet rain from the sky and solved the severe drought in the south.
In the court, he seemed gentle and gentle, but while talking and laughing, he made the heads of powerful officials fall to the ground. He has never set foot in the Jianghu, but he is already a legend.
A prince, a powerful minister, an aristocratic family, an enemy country?
Xiao Junlin closed the book and smiled slightly: "In the previous life, I used a million troops to kill you. In this life, a piece of paper and a pen are enough."
When the time came for the mountains and rivers to settle down again, the world was shocked to realize that the sick and weak prince, who had no power to tie a chicken, had already used pen and ink to draw a prosperous country that had never been seen before.
