Ten years to bring peace to the world, ten years to govern the country.
There is no emperor whose road is not paved with blood.
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That is an extremely ordinary downward facing backward.
He dismissed all the eunuchs Gong'e, slowly stood up from the dragon chair, and walked alone along the red tongue-like blanket. The huge palace made him look so small. All the palace pillars and beaded curtains were symmetrical around him, and looking out, he saw a vast expanse of sky.
That blanket was like a flowing river of blood, which seemed to be soaked with the blood of many old friends.
But there is no emperor whose road is not paved with blood.
He eventually became the king of the world.
Looking back, he is already thirty-eight years old this year.
Concept: Tragedy