Ambition, Mountains and Rivers, Blood Is Not yet Cold

In the winter of the 17th year of Jian'an, fifty miles outside Yanmen Pass, the remnants of the trapped camp were surrounded. Xiao Yi was hit by seven arrows. Before he died, he saw his deputy Chen Polu weeping blood: "General, the court said that we are going deep alone... We must abandon it according to the law!" Huyan Zhuoce, the son of the Xiongnu Chanyu, stepped forward with a scimitar at Xiao Yi's throat: "General Xiao, surrender, I can save your body." Xiao Yi spat blood and said: "The only son of the Han family is the decapitated general!" The sword flashed - and when he opened his eyes, it was the Chang'an mansion four years ago. The maid was surprised: "General is awake! You have been unconscious for three days, and Prime Minister Liu just came to visit you..." Xiao Yi clenched his fists and dug his nails into his palms: Liu Wenyuan, in this life, it is your turn...