I, Chai Rong, Rule the World

Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms, Later Zhou Dynasty The year when I became Chai Rong, the spring of the first year of Xiande was very cold. Historical records record that he will cough up blood and die five years later, leaving behind a seven-year-old boy named Jiangshan Yi. Now this sick body belongs to me, the blood droplets coughed up are real, and the compassion in the eyes of the imperial doctor is also real. In the court hall, Zhao Kuangyin knelt down to report the military situation, with the future Huangpao in his eyes. Feng Dao said that he was ill and that the veterans of the four dynasties were waiting for a national funeral. The cavalry of the Northern Han Dynasty has broken through Luzhou, and the Khitan's scimitar hangs in the Yellow River. And I opened the "History of the Old Five Dynasties" in my mind, and the ink words were thick: "Shizong died at the age of thirty-nine. The young master succeeded him, and everyone in front of the palace inspected Zhao Kuangyin and Chen Qiao for mutiny." ——But I insist on correcting this fragment. Use the soul of modernity to burn away the sick body, and use the prophet's plan to settle the troubled times. First level Gaoping, then collect Huainan, and attack Youyan three times. Let the iron hooves of the army in front of the palace crush the prophecies of history books, and let the battle flag of Zhou Dynasty be planted all over the divided rivers and mountains.