As soon as Su Che opened his eyes, he became the hostage sent by Daliang to Beiyan. He lived in a dilapidated courtyard with drafts, and even the eunuch who delivered meals dared to deduct his share. Everyone in the capital said that this little proton from Nanliang would not survive this winter. Su Che looked at the young but pale face in the mirror and smiled. The social beast who was involved in sudden death in his previous life, in this life, he only wants to wear beautiful clothes and angry horses, and enjoy grudges and grudges. You want me to be a quiet pawn? Then I flipped the chessboard over. Copying poems to become famous is the starting point, making friends with wealthy businessmen is the means, and improving ordnance is the confidence. When the Emperor of Beiyan wanted to use him as a bargaining chip to claim land from Nanliang, Su Che stood outside the city of Yanjing with the private army he had built and mountains of food and grass. He waved his hand to the ashen-faced Emperor Yan on the tower: "Your Majesty, I am no longer worthy of this hostage. I want this city."
