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Wei Yu, the poison-healing master who was famous for his erratic behavior in the troubled times of the late Yong Dynasty, is dead!
He died with thousands of arrows piercing his heart, and everyone was happy - especially those princes and nobles who were rubbed by his unpredictable temperament.
However, when Wei Yu opened his eyes again, he saw his old enemies, who were decades younger, surrounding him one by one, looking very worried.
That wrinkled old cunt, Prime Minister Fan, had a trace of sadness on his young and tender face.
Good luck! Is this world going to be destroyed?
——Wei Yu didn't notice, but he himself was frantically testing the edge of coolness.
Wei Yu, who is now using his body to defend Yu, is the last emperor of Dayong. There are few historical records. His character, deeds and cause of death are a mystery. The only two things that are clear are -
1. This is most likely a fool emperor without any real power.
2. Within five years, the little emperor will die suddenly at the age of twenty. Then the world will be in chaos, Dayong will fall apart, and the country will be destroyed.
——The country is destroyed and one's body is destroyed? Absolutely not!
So:
A loyal and good general whose milk is terminally ill——get√
Poisoning a wave of ambitious aliens——get√
But this major general! If you are not at the border and inherit your father's ambition, what are you doing hanging around me all day?
Wei Yu: Sorry, even if we go back decades... With all due respect, you are still younger brothers.
Feng Lin: Huh?
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The sick and beautiful emperor with deep thoughts is attacked by the fierce and domineering young general
Things to note:
1. Please don't pay attention to the overhead background! There is no historical basis for the titles, etiquette, etc.!
2. Plot logic welcomes catching bugs!