The bugle sounds urgent, the wind is bleak, and the strings of the iron zither snap, sending a chill to the bone.
The dust darkens the sky. The rise and fall of empires, the mountains gazing north toward Fengling Ferry.
Black clouds press down on the city, blood stains the dust kicked up by hooves. So what?
Come, drink this rich red wine, borrow three thousand measures of boldness, and laugh up at the sky:
We are sons of Yan and Zhao. Why should we fear the Xiongnu blades?
With a halberd in one hand, I shall seize Chang'an by force!
Alas, generals have always been men, but I, with my dark hair, command the dragon banner. Wherever my sword points, who will follow?
Those who follow should draw their bows to the full moon, gaze northwest, shoot down the Heavenly Wolf, and shatter the sky with their killing intent!
Alas, beneath the moon, the frost-white robes are about to rust. We shall perform the Fengshan rites at Langjuxu, ten thousand miles away. Wherever our spears point, who will follow?
Those who follow should swing their blades like thunder, behead the enemy chief, take his head, and offer it to our land!
The above is distantly related to the second uncle of the faraway nephew of Li Dalaang, who lives next door to the ninth aunt on my uncle's side. Honestly, I have no talent for writing blurbs, but I couldn't leave it completely blank, so...
She stared into the pale eyes of the old emperor and said softly, with a faintly mocking smile:
"Father, when you reach the Yellow Springs, remember to look back at the magnificent realm in the hands of me and Kou Kou!"
That night, as storms raged, Emperor Beilang died in Hanyuan Hall.
In a nutshell: This isn't a palace struggle, it's a palace takeover!
Fell into the pit again. . . . Sang Xin is still hopeless. Man Da, I just ask you to tell me who the male lead is. I always feel that Cui Yan doesn't look like him!
Why don't you update it again? I'm so sad. I may not be very popular, but I am chasing articles every day, 555. . .
I understand. In fact, the number of words is not a problem. The key is that the quality is high. So I like your writing very much. It doesn't matter if it is slower, as long as it is not confusing.
Updated, so touched, hugs~
Man Liang, is the Midnight Song on Flower Rain over?
Ahhhhh! You actually changed your frost clothes... Woo hoo! Don't even tell me! I remembered Ah Heng at noon...
That female young master... Should be Situ, right?
Write, write, no matter what it is, just write, we all support it
By the way, did you hear the sadness and helplessness in my words~~
Where did you insert your eyes? The place name Chuzhou. . .
Where was the thunder? Ye Jiulang was peeking at others changing clothes. . .
Fell into the pit again. . . . Sang Xin is still hopeless. Man Da, I just ask you to tell me who the male lead is. I always feel that Cui Yan doesn't look like him!
Why don't you update it again? I'm so sad. I may not be very popular, but I am chasing articles every day, 555. . .
I understand. In fact, the number of words is not a problem. The key is that the quality is high. So I like your writing very much. It doesn't matter if it is slower, as long as it is not confusing.
Updated, so touched, hugs~
Man Liang, is the Midnight Song on Flower Rain over?
Ahhhhh! You actually changed your frost clothes... Woo hoo! Don't even tell me! I remembered Ah Heng at noon...
That female young master... Should be Situ, right?
Write, write, no matter what it is, just write, we all support it By the way, did you hear the sadness and helplessness in my words~~
Where did you insert your eyes? The place name Chuzhou. . .
Where was the thunder? Ye Jiulang was peeking at others changing clothes. . .