"Ahem, cough, cough... General Qin, I really don't know martial arts, I'm just a sick man who knows a little about the art of war."
On the banks of the Weishui River, one hundred thousand Turkic allied troops were seen killing each other in the "special golden juice poison gas", leaving corpses everywhere.
Qin Qiong, a famous general of the generation, looked at Henry Chu who was coughing up blood crazily in front of him. His scalp was numb and he was shocked!
After returning to the dynasty after a great victory, Chu Xuan returned to Chang'an as the third son of a concubine who was living outside the country and was regarded as a loser.
Faced with the rejection of the vicious mistress, the difficulties of the arrogant housekeeper, and the provocation of the rich man...
Henry Chu sighed helplessly, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, casually tore off the thousand-jin stone lion in front of the gate, and smashed the housekeeper into a pulp with one hand!
Looking at the trembling dignitaries in the courtyard, Henry Chu smiled gently:
"You won't listen to your reasoning, why do you have to force me, a weak counselor, to take action?"
"Since your brain can't defeat me, let's compare your strength."
That day, the entire city of Chang'an echoed the terrifying legend of this "crazy critic of poisoners"...
