These four books are a must! ! !
1The best novel about the Three Kingdoms that I have ever read.
[2] Bringing people into the ancient atmosphere of the late Eastern Han Dynasty
3There is a little bit of vitality spells and the like
4The weather system is much better than those omnipotent systems
"Yuan Gong refused to see you, why don't you look for your own problems?" Xu Ze enthusiastically asked to see Yuan Shao, but was driven away ruthlessly. Only then did he realize that he had been plotted by the Zhen family and the Yuan family together, and that two and a half years of hard work had been wasted. Also expelled was Guo Jia, a young man in black robe. Xu Ze was furious and pulled Guo Jia to join Cao Cao's camp. After several years of hard work, he led the army back to Yecheng. In the Battle of Guandu, Xu You thought he had the greatest credit, but he didn't know that Xu Ze had already planned it. How will this Three Kingdoms version of "Counterattack and Revenge" unfold? Come and witness Xu Ze's passionate journey in the book!
Bite! The crisp sound of porcelain cups being touched echoed in the lobby. Yuan Bin was in a daze. Sitting on the main seat, he looked around. The simple lobby has an antique feel, much like the filming set of a costume drama. It gave him the illusion that he had entered the set by mistake. Buzz! There was a loud bang in my mind. A ray of light fell into the sea of consciousness. Mixed information broke into his consciousness. Yuan Bin, courtesy name Junfu. The late Eastern Han Dynasty. The fourth generation and the third male are descendants of the Yuan family. My father, Pengcheng Prime Minister Yuan He. He is a cousin of Situ Yuan Wei and Zhi Jinwu Yuan Feng, who are now in high positions. However, he died of an illness in his early years and his family gradually declined. The three older brothers in the family do not care about the family affairs, and he, the fourth younger brother who has just grown up, is in charge of the family. Time travel! The mixed information rushed to his head, and Yuan Bin raised his hand to press on his temples and rub them gently. [Turn on the entry control system] A mechanical female voice sounded in the sea of consciousness, pulling his thoughts back. Yuan Bin saw the illusory interface unfolding in front of him like science fiction. [System functions: A variety of controls can be performed on entries] [Scope: including but not limited to oneself, others, items, ethnic groups, countries, etc.] [Basic control items: view, copy, modify, block] [Advanced control items: fusion, endowment, deletion, promotion, deprivation, implantation, plunder] [System level 1: Can control entries 3 times a day] Yuan Bin took the lead in checking the entries he owns:
With the help of the protagonist, Zhuge Liang can build muskets, resist cannons, and travel back to 197 with rice crops to prevent Cao Cao from marching eastward to Xuzhou after the Clothes and Belt Edict. It's easy + funny + complete.
🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸It's still a bit funny, the ingredients are there. The first two books are official documents. You can see that Yuan Shu's first son threw jade seals to prevent his father from proclaiming himself emperor. But this is his only son. He can't beat him. The most he can do is scold him. I want to be Emperor Wu, and you can be Emperor Wen. Isn't it good? The last few books are counselor's books, and the writing style is also more humorous.
Friends, I'm here. You can read the following three books about the hilarious Three Kingdoms. 📖1 Unzip the sand glyphs, travel to the Three Kingdoms, steal a kitchen knife but rob Liu Bei, activate the system and use a kitchen knife to force Kong Ming to join the gang. [Ask for attention][Send heart]
I am a great counselor, shouldn't I rub Lu Bu with my hands? There are ten thousand enemies. One man can guard the gate and ten thousand men can't open it. The start is wild and without a system, I swept through the three kingdoms and collected the powerful generals.
Look at these books, ① The ability he got was that of an unparalleled counselor, but the reward he got was overwhelming force. In desperation, he chose to defect to Boss Cao, but he didn't expect that the first step of the Recruitment Hall was to let him... [Laughing] ② He became Cao Cao's second son, and also had the ability to assist as an emperor through the ages.
The river is surging, going eastward endlessly. In late spring, the water is warm and rippled, and the sun shines on the river surface, breaking into thousands of golden scales. A small boat with a black awning was traveling along the river. The boat was as light as water, breaking through the faint waves of smoke, and slowly moved towards Yuzhang. Li Jin leaned on the side of the boat, closed his eyes and adjusted his breath. The remaining gloomy energy in Fengdu Huangquan's line sinks deep in the meridians, and every time he breathes out, there is an unnoticeable stagnation. His fingertips rested lightly on his knees, his breathing was steady, and there was no trace of the impetuousness of a young man between his brows, only a calmness far beyond his age. The two spears of Zhonggan and Yidan were leaning on his side, the barrels of the guns were rubbed warm and smooth by the palms of his hands. They were his constant support. There was a faint cold glow on the tip of the spear, but there was also a bit of warmth and softness hidden in it, as if it was protecting its master and the most important concern in his arms. Hua Tuo stood on the stern of the boat, holding his bamboo pen lightly. The old man was dressed in plain cloth, and his face moved slightly in the wind. His face was gentle, but his eyes contained a depth of knowledge of the world. He looked at the gradually clear shoreline in front of him, remained silent for a long time, and then slowly spoke, his voice so soft that it blended into the wind. "The scenery on the river is quite broad along the way." Li Jin slowly opened his eyes, his gaze fell on the east-flowing river, his fingertips unconsciously closed, and he gently pressed the small dumpling wrapped in soft cloth in his arms. His movements were as gentle as if he were touching the most precious treasure in the world. Under the soft cloth was Zhu Xiaoling. On the road to hell, his soul traveled far away. This little spiritual chicken guarded his body and fought against the evil spirits. He used all his spiritual power to end up like this seriously injured and dying, and returned to his original form. All the way, he had relied on his body temperature and meager spiritual energy to keep him warm, and now he finally had a breath of recovery. He lowered his eyes and looked into his arms, and all the coldness in his eyes faded away, leaving only the inexorable tenderness and worry. He responded softly: "Everyone's eyes are on this ancient order. No matter how good the scenery is, it is only temporary." As soon as he finished speaking, there was a very light and soft squirming in his arms, as thin as a gnat, but it hit the tip of Li Jin's heart accurately. His whole body stiffened suddenly, and he even subconsciously held his breath. Fearing that it was an illusion, he carefully opened a corner of the soft cloth. I saw that little furry body moving, the originally dim light yellow fur stretched slightly, and a pair of small black grape-like eyes opened a slit, wet, just to meet Li Jin's eyes. It's Zhu Xiaoling, wake up. Li Jin's heart suddenly tightened, and was immediately filled with overwhelming surprise and sourness. The tension, danger, and pain of the past few days all disappeared in this moment. He crouched down and moved as gently as possible. His fingertips trembled slightly as he gently brushed Xiao Ling's downy head. His voice was hoarse and filled with joy of recovery: "Xiao Ling... Are you awake?" Zhu Xiao Ling, although unable to speak, is understanding of human nature. Feeling the familiar breath, the little head gently rubbed his palm, soft and waxy, with complete dependence. Its wings were still weak and could only flap slightly twice, as if in response or to soothe his anxiety for days. In his small black eyes, there was only the young man in front of him who was protecting him with his life, and nothing else. Hua Tuo held his bamboo pen and turned around to see this scene. His deep eyes turned into a gentle smile: "Finally woke up. This little guy is so smart and intelligent, and you have nurtured me with your heart and blood all the way. I am really lucky to be able to survive." Li Jin didn't say anything, but wrapped the soft cloth more gently, leaving a gap for her to breathe smoothly, and firmly protected the warmest part of his chest to isolate the cold wind from the river. The loyal and righteous guns beside him seemed to have spiritual consciousness and buzzed slightly, as if they were rejoicing for the little spirit, and also seemed to be wary of the wind and rain in all directions. Zhu Xiaoling seemed to understand his thoughts, and rubbed her little head against his chest again, and made an inaudible "chirp", weak but clear, as if to say: I'm fine, senior brother, don't be afraid. Li Jin's eyes heated up slightly. After returning from hell, he had seen life and death, endured heavy injuries, and had never been a bit cowardly. But now, looking at the small ball of fluff in his arms, he couldn't help but feel the tip of his nose. He could survive the torture of hell, hold the gun of loyalty and courage, and face the evils in the world, but he was afraid that he could not protect this little chicken who kept calling his senior brother and burning all his spiritual power for him. He raised his hand and gently touched her down, and his tone was so gentle that it could drip water: "It's okay... It's okay. It's okay." Hua Tuo sighed softly as he looked at the way a person and a bird depended on each other, his eyes full of pity. The young man is burdened with an ancient order, and the road ahead is full of dangers and fires, but this little warmth is the only thing that keeps him going. Zhu Xiaoling was too weak and soon half-closed his eyes again, but he still clung to Li Jin and would not leave him for a moment. Occasionally, a slight movement would make his heart feel warm. Li Jin hugged her quietly, the silence in his eyes was filled with tenderness, and the fatigue and pain of the past few days seemed to be healed by this little warmth. At this moment, on the boat, only the river flows eastward. With the seniors accompanying me and the little spirit in my arms, it is the rarest stability in troubled times. At this moment—boom—! ! ! A roar that shook the world suddenly exploded from deep in the heart of the river! The river surface shook violently, the waves suddenly rolled back, and water spray rose into the sky. The originally warm river wind suddenly became bitingly cold, and a barbaric and ferocious air was as oppressive as the tide, making people breathless. Li Jin suddenly looked up. I saw the water surface in the middle of the river explode with a sudden explosion, and a huge black shadow broke out of the water, covering the sky and the sun. The green and black scales are like cast iron, glowing with a dead cold light in the sunlight; the huge head is held high, and the dragon's beard hangs upside down like an iron whip; a pair of red dragon eyes, condescendingly locking on this insignificant boat on the river.