In the thirteenth year of Nanjing's reign, civilization flourished and martial arts declined.
The Qi family's army guarded the northern border for ten years. Although they repeatedly defeated Yelu's cavalry and firmly blocked the road south of the desert, the court lost money and paid tribute year after year, just in exchange for a moment of peace.
But after all, the sword and pen in the temple are far better than the sharp edge outside the wall.
The factions in the court were quarreling, and an edict was issued to change the commander before the battle. The border army was in chaos, and the army that had fought a hundred battles was defeated.
Hu Qi broke through the pass and went south, and the beacon fire burned all over northern Xinjiang.
The Yelu tribe came to the city and demanded Qi Hong's head, otherwise they would march directly to the capital.
The civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty were horrified.
A false imperial edict was used to deceive the hero. Qi Hong was framed and killed, and his head was sent to the enemy camp.
The two sons of the Qi family, Qi Yunzhao and Qi Yunyan, were given to the enemy Yelu tribe as tribute.
Once a nobleman, he became a prisoner and fell into the hands of the enemy.
The wind blows in the sand, and the sound of the pipa makes people cry.
Zhaojun, Zhaojun, why are you crying?
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Lao Su's new book is a small taste of it, with unlimited potential. It is full of good words, but it is more than just a pile of good words. The articles are fluent and flowing, like a painting with a light blank but attracting people's imagination, and like a poem. It corresponds to the title of the book and the picture on the cover. I wonder if there will be political intrigue in the future, and whether this sadomasochism will have a happy ending. I hope to know.
Hakisu's first review
Lao Su exerts his strength and his writing style makes us admire him. Fellow Taoists, please stay and take a quick look.