During the Jian'an period, he was dressed as Cao Cao's son. At the age of twenty, he sat up from the golden nanmu bed. The maid beside him was so anxious that she almost cried. After sorting out the fragments of memory, I got out of bed, put on my coat and walked through the corridor to the study. After reading the case, Cao Cao looked at the bamboo slips and asked him to go to Yecheng without raising his head. He led the horse out of the west gate, and the wind blew across the early spring fields. Without looking back, we kept heading northeast. The sun fell through the gaps in the clouds and fell on the dust of the official road. Walking without stopping.
