There was a unique peaceful and prosperous age in history. The frontiers were peaceful, the people were prosperous, there were no hungry people on the road, and the granaries were overflowing. It was called the Yilan Prosperous Age in history.
The founder of Yilan's prosperous age, Emperor Cheng'an, who was only briefly mentioned in the official history, was not buried in the imperial mausoleum after his death, but was buried in the remote Dingbei Marquis Mausoleum in northern Xinjiang.
According to the official history: Emperor Cheng'an had no queen or concubine, and single-handedly created a peaceful and prosperous age.
According to the unofficial history: Emperor Cheng'an loved his master Dingbeihou alone. He seized the throne for him, established a court for him, built a mausoleum for him, and carved a tombstone for him. He had no queen or concubine in his life, except for the secret civil wedding when he was young.
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"Tell me, why are you working so hard?"
Shen Lan wiped the blood from the corner of her lips, raised her hand and touched Lu Yi's cheek gently, and murmured: "To stay with you forever..."
There were many people around Shen Lan, including generals from aristocratic families whom he had known since childhood, the prince of the Northern Barbarians who had deep hatred but deep love for him. Lu Yi, a prince with an awkward status, was simply insignificant, but Shen Lan still surpassed everyone and walked towards him.
Shen Lan has been Lu Yi's heart for so many years, and it is his deep-seated love.
"I won't hand you over." Lu Yi hugged Shen Lan tightly, half of his body already stained with blood. "I will help you kill them. I won't be afraid of being reviled by Qing Shi and being reviled by thousands of people!"
Shen Lan coughed and raised the corners of his lips: "Nonsense..."
"Shen Lan..."
The cold lips were close to each other, and they were separated at the first touch. Shen Lan's voice was slightly hoarse: "Call teacher."
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Shen Lan has been alone for many years, and Lu Yi is his last concern in the world.
When he was a boy, he once rode a horse through the streets and threw fruit carts, and also ran thousands of miles to intercept and kill enemies, and almost fell completely into the abyss of hatred. It was Lu Yi, and only Lu Yi. As long as it was him, he could bring him back with a gentle tug on the corner of his clothes.
After so many years of life and death, I couldn't care about anything before that day's embrace.
After so many years of wandering, fortunately, in the end, he was still there in the prosperous world.
Intention: One wrong move and the whole game is lost.