[About the whole world knowing that I am pretending to be the God of War]
Yang Hua, the notorious princess of Zhenguo, committed all kinds of evil deeds. Fortunately, she was frail and sick since she was a child and died of illness at the age of seventeen.
Everyone in Chang'an is happy.
Including herself.
Who would have expected that she would live again not long after her death!
When he opened his eyes, he was in the coffin and became Yang Sanniang, the founding female general who had been dead for more than a hundred years.
Yang Sanniang, the general of Zhenguo, has a much better reputation than Yang Hua, the princess of Zhenguo.
Yang Hua was ecstatic: Let her pretend to be General Yang for now, what if no one finds out?
Wait, lift the horse? Me? Am I struggling to hold a medicine bowl? Forget it, this general is not the right one...
What? If not done properly, she will die in a hundred days?
When! !
People cannot die twice in one year! Otherwise, life would be too miserable!
All the people bowed and kowtowed to her three times: "Welcome the general to return to his throne!"
Po County Lieutenant questioned: "She is definitely not a general!"
The charlatan rang the bell and chuckled: "This drama is getting more and more interesting."
Yang Hua: Got it, just be a substitute and survive for a hundred days.
She began to play the role of a legend who had been dead for hundreds of years.
Until there was an emergency report at the border, Chi Hu's army was pressing the border, and the Gu masters who were able to retreat from the enemy only listened to the orders of "Yang Sanniang".
The imperial edict entered the city, and all the people knelt down the long street. Everyone's eyes were on her:
"General, please lead the troops like her!"
Yang Hua finally understood:
The whole world already knew that she was not Yang Sanniang.
But they need a war god Yang Sanniang.
So she must be.
Yang Hua: If I didn't tell you earlier, I would have to work hard to pretend for so long...
Later, she held Ma Shan firmly again.
There seemed to be a whisper in the horse's mouth: "You are not her."
Yang Hua: "Hey, so what?"
1. Group portrait.
2. Mainly suspense and decryption, involving folk customs, including but not limited to poison, priests, Nuo opera, etc.
3. Double cleansing.
Intention: Firmly and bravely believe in yourself