The wind in Liaodong was like a knife shaving the face, and in the eighth year of Yuankang's reign, the heavy black iron cavalry outside Zhen'an Bao came like a tide and the dust covered the sun. I was woken up by several border soldiers with faces covered with soot. The leading soldier's legs were shaking and he said that all the Houjin cavalry were outside. Wu Qianhu's old face was pale, his eyes were blurry, and the memory fragments were quickly pieced together - in the world of Red Mansions of the Daqian Dynasty, the third concubine of Jia She, the first-class powerful general in the Rongguo Mansion, was two years younger than Jia Lian. He was not very smart but had strange strength to carry a thousand-jin copper tripod at will. Five years ago, Jia Baoyu fell into the water and caught the cold. The maids and women were afraid of being punished, so they pushed a scapegoat and threw me into this hellish place. The Houjin cavalry were already arrayed outside the city. I stood up and patted the dust on my knees. This body can handle it. Let's see how many rounds it can last first.
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The protagonist's name is sometimes Jia Zong, sometimes Jia Yixi, sometimes Jia Baoyu
The protagonist's name is sometimes Jia Zong, sometimes Jia Yixi, sometimes Jia Baoyu