Traveling through time is not about singing in the wind and moonlight, it is about crossing a tribulation in a lonely boat. The dream of Bianliang disappeared overnight.
Since ancient times, the Song Dynasty has been weak and has been in trouble, and the king's energy has been secretly knotted.
There is no such thing as a new life, everything comes from the mud! Original owner's memory: None! Identity: None! Supplies: None!
When the real time travel comes, how many days and nights can we hold on?
To the north, the Jurchen cavalry, tigers and wolves camp together, drinking horses from the Yellow River; to the south, there are party disputes, rivalry between friends, and hidden arrows.
There are ambushes in the rivers and lakes, and there are swords hidden in the sleeves of temples. No matter how you compare your poems to Dongpo, or if your sword passes through the green lotus, it will inevitably fall into the urn, and it will be difficult to escape from the lock.
However, when a grass snake enters the sea, it can stir up thousands of feet of waves; when a solitary owl pierces the clouds, it can ride on the wind of thousands of miles.
Who would have thought that despite being a commoner, he would win a lot of glory? The sky is immeasurable, but a little firefly can set off a prairie fire!
He once lay drunk in a fan tower and stole secret edicts at night; he also rode alone across the Huaihe River, leading an enemy chief.
On a snowy night, the alliance letter was broken, and the golden letter was thrown back to the envoy; the sheng was played with bare hands, and the red sleeves added warmth.
Since Hu Chen is causing trouble and destiny is at fault——
Then reorganize the mountains and rivers, enjoy the wind and moon, and make up for the shortcomings of the sky!
