Zhao Hongxiao, the seventh son of the Wei emperor, was nicknamed "the best waste in Bianjing". Skipping classes, fighting with crickets, and pretending to be stupid, it has been the same day for fourteen years. No one knows that this dude, who is too lazy to memorize "The Analects of Confucius", has in his mind arithmetic and military art, farmers and merchants, astronomical calendars, and rules of governance - he knows it since he was born, and no one has ever taught him. No one knew that he would dream of a picture of mountains and rivers every night: rivers criss-crossed, cities and cities spread out, and the borders of various countries moved slowly on the map. He just wanted to pretend to be fifteen years old, leave the palace and be crowned king, and take his mother and concubine to the fiefdom to live happily. It's a pity that God did not fulfill his wish. In Dashui, Yezhou, the court hall was noisy. He was copying books in the corridor and casually said, "What's the fuss about?" And was carried into the main hall by his father. From then on, the days of hiding and clumsiness were gone forever. Is Qi envoy making things difficult? He found a handyman under the wall and pressed Donghai Qinzong on the stage to rub him. Is greed becoming common? He went to work as a river worker incognito, and found three giant rats in an account book. Seizing the direct descendant vortex? His brothers were fighting to the death, and he just wanted to protect his mother, concubine, and younger brother—whoever dared to touch them would overturn their chessboard. Emperor Zhaoheng looked at him, loving and jealous at the same time: "This boy looks like me when I was young." Hong Xiao chuckled: "Father, my son is more handsome than you."... Many years later, on the dragon throne, someone asked: Your Majesty, the world has been decided, what will be done next? Hong Xiao crossed his legs and shook the mountain and river scroll in his hand: "What's next? It's my turn to establish rules for this world."
