As the youngest Minister of Rites in this dynasty, Zhang Jian, who was seriously ill, said: Help me up, my reforms and ideals have not been realized, I have not even joined the cabinet, and I don't want to die!
So, after questioning the sky with tears in his eyes, he opened his eyes again and saw the picturesque autumn scenery and the refreshing wind.
Looking at her eighteen-year-old young and handsome body, Zhang Jian said: Youyou Cangtian, treat me well, I can still do it!
Intention: Willing to serve the world with body and mind