The sound of the trumpet is loud, the wind is thin, and the strings of the zither are broken, and the chill is felt.
The sand and dust are dark, the rise and fall are happening, and I look at Fengling Crossing in the north of Cangshan Mountain.
Black clouds are pressing down on the city, blood is staining the dust on the hooves, so what?
And after drinking the Zhuxue alcohol, he borrowed three thousand domineering energy, looked up to the sky and smiled:
We, the Yan Zhao children, are not afraid of the !
Holding the halberd across the sky with one hand, he captured Chang'an!
Alas, generals have been men since ancient times. I prefer green silk and hold the dragon flag. Wherever the sword points, who will follow?
Servants should draw their bows like the full moon, look northwest, and shoot at the heavenly wolf, with murderous intent reaching the sky!
Woohoo, under the moon the frosty clothes are about to turn rusty, thousands of miles away, the wolf in Zen is in Xu, who is following the sword and spear pointed at?
Followers should wield their swords like thunder, kill enemy chieftains, take their heads, and sacrifice them to our mountains and rivers!
The above is somewhat related to the text of the uncle's ninth aunt's house next door to Li Dalang's second uncle's distant nephew.
The relationship between friends is really incompetent, but you can't have nothing, so. . .
She stared into the old emperor's pale eyes and said softly, half-smilingly:
"Father, when you get to Huangquan Road, remember to look back and look at the glorious mountains and rivers in my and Koukou's hands!"
That night, there was a heavy storm, and Emperor Cheng of Beilang died in Hanyuan Hall.
To sum it up in one sentence: It's not a palace fight, it's a palace seizure!