I died saving people, and woke up as the master of the Northern Cavalry—the kind with such illustrious military exploits that the emperor could not sleep at night.
On the day I conquered the Xiongnu Royal Court, I stood on the top of Langjuxu Mountain and carved the word "Fengchan" with my own hands. When the news came back, the whole court was shocked. Half a month later, the imperial edict was sent to the army at full speed: "I love you for your hard work and merit, so you can quickly return to Beijing to receive the title, and it will only take a light carriage and a simple service."
I smiled and ordered the eight hundred heavy armor cavalry.
In the Jinluan Palace, all the officials were silent. My armor was still on, and the sword was pressed against the emperor's throat. His face was pale, and he tremblingly took out a pack of Liqun from his dragon robe, his voice trembling: "General... Smoke, have a cigarette? You have something to say."
I looked at the cigarette he handed over and was silent for a long time.
Then he said: "Your Majesty, Liqun is a smoke from Zhejiang. You are an emperor in the capital, how can you do this?"
He turned even paler.
"I... I really just feel so good."
I took back my sword, took the bag of Liqun, took one out and held it in my mouth.
"Remember to bring a lighter next time."
When he turned to leave, there was the sound of him slumping on the ground behind him, and a cry-like muttering: "I really don't want to kill you, General..."
I didn't look back.
Because before I traveled across time, I was from Zhejiang.
This bag of Liqun is produced in the cigarette factory next door to my hometown.
And at this moment, I suddenly realized something——
The emperor also traveled through time.
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