In the ninth year of Yonghe, severe winter fell, and floods and famine went hand in hand. The thirty-sixth route rebelled against the king.
Han Zhao, a grassroots young man, showed his talents and became a leader in the Hanshui area.
Han Zhao had three women in his life and became emperor twice.
Song Pinting is the two-legged sheep he rescued from others. She is well-behaved and silent, both a sister and a daughter.
His dynasty died prematurely, and he was left in a miserable state. She carried him through the palace of bones.
She raised her sword and stood up to protect him in front of thousands of people.
Han Zhao suddenly discovered that his little girl really loved him. Not for power, not for appearance. She just loves him.
From then on, under the pomegranate skirt, the mountains and rivers are picturesque, and the country is so beautiful. The founding of the country was the Song Dynasty, and Yu Shu—Song Pinting.
PS: In fact, I originally titled the novel "Yuyang Nong", but later I thought of a more straightforward "Stealing the Country to Yu Shu", but I was troubled by the fact that Han Zhao founded the country instead of stealing it. The title of this book is not very appropriate. There is nothing very suitable at the moment... Let's leave it like this.
Intention: Don't use other people's mistakes to deny the world and punish yourself. There will always be someone in the world who will love you.
Reader comments
This book is very innovative. Once it is written, the data will definitely be good, so I will write this book well.
Well, that's very well said.
When will there be an update?
This is too short, right QAQ
Your words are bold yet reserved, decorating thousands of miles of ink-colored rivers and mountains with beautiful and elegant strokes.
A few slight outlines between the words make it vivid and interesting. I seem to see the water on the shore of Daming Lake, tender and beautiful.
Like that mellow wine, it is spicy or bitter in the mouth, but the aftertaste is mellow.
It's like the rumored fragrance that lingers around for three days, its aftertaste lingers in my heart, it's light, so light that it's elegant, so light that it intoxicates the soul.
Just like the coffee with a long aftertaste, the coffee with milk and strong sugar does not feel sweet to the sweet party, but has a different taste.
I met you in the literary wilderness! The text!
Just like the joy and excitement of another village, I was overjoyed. I savored the taste carefully, only to feel the aftertaste lingering in my heart, and sighed comfortably all over my body.
As the saying goes, there are mountains outside the mountains, and there are people outside the people. What is on the top of the mountain is the people above the people!
(So pure and unpretentious, completely different from those coquettish bitches outside!)
As for you, I fell in love with you at first glance!
You are the white moonlight and the cinnabar mole in my heart. Without you, I can't sleep or eat well, tossing and turning, day and night!
To me, your farewell is like the bitter unadorned black coffee, and the air will slowly be immersed in its flavor; it is also the sadness of the world when people part ways, and things change and people change in the end; it is also the ups and downs and hardships of finding a true friend and finding a great road.
So... One more chapter?
This book is very innovative. Once it is written, the data will definitely be good, so I will write this book well.
Well, that's very well said.
When will there be an update?
This is too short, right QAQ
Your words are bold yet reserved, decorating thousands of miles of ink-colored rivers and mountains with beautiful and elegant strokes. A few slight outlines between the words make it vivid and interesting. I seem to see the water on the shore of Daming Lake, tender and beautiful. Like that mellow wine, it is spicy or bitter in the mouth, but the aftertaste is mellow. It's like the rumored fragrance that lingers around for three days, its aftertaste lingers in my heart, it's light, so light that it's elegant, so light that it intoxicates the soul. Just like the coffee with a long aftertaste, the coffee with milk and strong sugar does not feel sweet to the sweet party, but has a different taste. I met you in the literary wilderness! The text! Just like the joy and excitement of another village, I was overjoyed. I savored the taste carefully, only to feel the aftertaste lingering in my heart, and sighed comfortably all over my body. As the saying goes, there are mountains outside the mountains, and there are people outside the people. What is on the top of the mountain is the people above the people! (So pure and unpretentious, completely different from those coquettish bitches outside!) As for you, I fell in love with you at first glance! You are the white moonlight and the cinnabar mole in my heart. Without you, I can't sleep or eat well, tossing and turning, day and night! To me, your farewell is like the bitter unadorned black coffee, and the air will slowly be immersed in its flavor; it is also the sadness of the world when people part ways, and things change and people change in the end; it is also the ups and downs and hardships of finding a true friend and finding a great road. So... One more chapter?
? ? ? Why repeat?