Dressed as Lu Bu, the most powerful general of the Three Kingdoms, standing guard with a full body of iron armor and a sword, Dong Zhuo of Roshan is leaning on a tiger-skin couch, munching on a leg of mutton and dripping with oil. The jujube flag has been raised, and the celebration banquet in Luoyang has just started. I pinched my palms to suppress the churning in my stomach - the three-surname domestic slave label has not yet been affixed, and Baimenlou flashed in my mind. The water-sleeved dancer stepped in with shredded tulle and dazzled the eyes. I touched the hilt of the sword and my fingertips were hot: Diao Chan has not been seen, and the princes have surrounded me. In this game, I will turn over the table first and then play chess.
