In order to save the good image of a good student in the eyes of professional tutors, Zhao Yun, a pharmacy major, mustered up the courage to participate in the time-travel project that his uncle had just developed, preparing to "steal" a copy of Hua Tuo's "The Backpack Sutra" that the old professor had longed for.
I thought it was a smooth trip, but why was he mistaken for General Zhao Yun?
Well, the old uncle said that the historical balance cannot be destroyed, so Zhao Yun compromised and thought of filling up the numbers first, and then withdrawing after the original owner was found.
But where is the original owner? I have rescued the young master, but where is he?
It's okay for me, a research monk who originally wrote experimental reports, to wield a sword and gun every day. How can I break it when there is a person next to me who likes to speculate but can't expose it?
Zhuge Liang: Zilong, the fate of your and my parents is the words of the matchmaker.
Zhao Yun: Meow meow meow?
Zhuge Liang: Zilong, I know you are devoted to me, and you will never leave me to take care of my safety.
Zhao Yun: Well, the boss asked me to protect you.
Zhuge Liang: I don't care about the secular world, and Zilong doesn't need to care that we are both men.
Zhao Yun: It's not me, I'm not.
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