In the first year of Zhongping, the Yellow Turban Rebellion broke out. The soul of a later generation traveled into the world of a nine-year-old boy from Lujiang. He grew up from an unnoticed side branch of the clan to a generation of emperors of the Sanxing Han Dynasty.
Collect refugees in the isolated city of Yingchuan, train dead soldiers, and fight their way out of the mountains of corpses and seas of blood.
He entered Luoyang at the age of twelve and started as a palace guard. He won the trust of Emperor Ling with his medical skills and moved the capital with his poem "Dapeng".
At the age of fourteen, he was given the title "Zi Chen" and was admitted to the clan's family. He was granted the title of Marquis within the Pass and was in charge of the troops in the Western Garden - the young man was granted the title of Marquis and the whole court looked at him with suspicion.
When Jizhou suppressed the rebellion, he went to Yecheng alone, held the secret edict of the late emperor, and put an end to Wang Fen's rebellion;
In a fierce battle east of Hedong, he defeated the coalition army with 20,000 troops, captured Xu Huang, surrendered Yang Feng, and forced Yu Fuluo to retreat.
Emperor Ling died, Dong Zhuo entered the capital, deposed the emperor, and the world was in chaos.
Liu Mo did not fight for Luoyang's reputation, so he retreated and occupied Hedong alone, waiting for the situation to change.
Along the way, I met many beauties: Mi Huan, the daughter of the richest man in Xuzhou, whose dowry paved the way to wealth, and whose red sleeves added fragrance to warm him on cold nights;
Xin Xianying, a girl with unparalleled wit and cold eyes, can predict his advance and retreat within the curtain;
Cai Yan, a peerless talented woman returned to her hometown and continued the flame of civilization in the flames of war. The sound of the piano washed away her murderous and violent spirit...
Under the tent, Zhao Yun's silver spear picked up the morning light, Dian Wei's two halberds chopped through the dusk, Guo Jia's calculations were all over, Xi Zhong and Xu Shu all fell into their hands, leaving only one sentence: "No one in the world knows you."
Standing at the top of Anyi City, with the beauty in his arms beside him, behind him are thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, and in front of him is the dangerous chess game composed of Yuan, Cao, Sun and Liu.
Before the wedding candle went out, he turned around and smiled, his voice was not loud, but it was resounding:
"This world is doomed - the world is destined to be different."
Reader comments
Too much love, love, love
It doesn't look good. It doesn't look good. It doesn't look good.
Are you writing history or writing about love? . . .
Too much love, love, love It doesn't look good. It doesn't look good. It doesn't look good.
Are you writing history or writing about love? . . .