(It's not a harem, it's not routine, it's not invincible, it's not systematic, it's not brainless, it's not a good article, please be careful if you mind.)
The snow in Bianjing City has not yet melted, and Zhao Huan stood on the tower with his hands behind his hands. The Jin soldiers and cavalry have reached the other side of the Yellow River, and their flags are like dark clouds pressing over the border. He held the newly made gunpowder formula in his hand, but his eyes reflected the sand table deduction a thousand years later. "Your Majesty, the peace envoy has been waiting for three days." The old minister warned in a trembling voice. Zhao Huan suddenly looked up to the sky and smiled, shaking the snow on the eaves: "How did a man from the Han family ever kneel down to survive?" That night, thunder exploded on the bank of the Yellow River, and the firelight reflected half of the sky red. The Jin soldiers retreated for three hundred miles, only to see a large black flag erected on the top of Bianjing City. The fourteen characters burned like flames in the hunting wind - Anyone who openly offends a strong man will be punished no matter how far away he is! The camel bells of merchants in the Western Regions suddenly stopped, and the envoys from the South China Sea turned around. The whole world was asking: Why did the sleeping dragon in the East suddenly open its eyes?
