Datang: It Is My Duty to Restore the Glory of My Family

Time travel is not a gift. History has no protagonist, you and I are just pawns. Xie family in Chenjun County. These four words once covered most of Jiangzuo's romantic history. Wang Dao Xie An, at the entrance of Wuyi Alley, was the Yan in front of Wang Xietang in the old days. But that was three hundred years ago. The city of Chang'an in the third year of Zhenguan had already changed. Changsun family, Fang family, Du family - there are many new nobles, like the sun. The old clan is like a vine, intertwined with roots, and newcomers have no way to enter; the new nobles are like tigers, sharing the food and court, and the old clan retreats step by step. In the court, one word can determine life and death; in the city, one step can determine the rise and fall. If you have thousands of scrolls in your belly and hills and valleys in your chest, when you enter this situation, you will be nothing more than a grain of sand, a drop of water, and a leaf of duckweed. But unfortunately—— When sand enters a clam, it can become a pearl; when water gathers into a river or sea, it can carry thousands of boats; when duckweed gathers and scatters, it eventually becomes a lotus leaf that reaches the sky, with infinite blue color. Since the lintel is dusty, polish it with your own hands. Since the glory is over, let's start all over again. "It is my duty to restore the glory of my family." … Many years later, the Xie family of Chen County has regained its glory. The emperor on the sick bed held Xie Tan's hand tightly, and said with anger: "Xie Qing wants to be Sima's family? Or can he imitate Zhuge Wuhou?"