In the third year of Jianxing, I carried a thousand years of obsession, shattered time and space, and fell into the martial arts hall of the Prime Minister's Mansion of Shuhan.
He mistakenly stepped into the endgame of the Eighth Formation and won Wolong's favor, becoming the only accompanying staff member beside him.
I am familiar with the history of Qing Dynasty, and I know clearly that he will conquer Meng Huo seven times in the southern expedition, and lead out of Qishan in six northern expeditions;
Knowing that he worked hard and worked hard day and night, the star fell five feet away, and he died with regret;
It is well known that the fate of the Shu Han Dynasty and the rise and fall of the Han Dynasty have been written in the history books for thousands of years.
But the way of heaven is locked, and the secret of heaven cannot be revealed.
A half-sentence of spoilers can hurt one's soul, a single word can change one's life and lead to divine punishment. Thousands of thoughts are stuck in one's throat, and only silence can accommodate it.
Even though I know that destiny is hard to disobey, even though I can't change my fate in the slightest, I still use silence as a shield and companionship as a blade.
From the spring breeze of Shu to the miasma of Lushui, from the beacon smoke of Qishan to the autumn wind of Wuzhang.
Thousands of words finally turned into a year-round reminder: Prime Minister, take care.
In this life, when I enter the Three Kingdoms, I don't do it for power or hegemony.
Just to protect his loyalty to the Han family and to accompany him till his death,
Keep silent for the rest of your life and protect him till the end of his life.
