Emperor Xuanwu was in power, and Prince Yuanze took over the mess of the Wei Dynasty. The situation inside and outside the court was turbulent, and his new emperor had no one to help him, so he was so weak.
That day when he came out of Xiangtang, He Lanyou intercepted him in a deserted place, held his hand, and held his hand wildly for a while. He couldn't let go, so he closed his eyes and turned his head away, gritting his teeth and holding on.
"Your Majesty... Nowadays there are strong men outside and powerful ministers inside. It's not going to be easy for you..."
"Your Majesty, how about you give me some sweetness and lend you a helping hand?"
Yuan Ze's eyelashes were trembling like a dying butterfly. He knows what sweetness he wants.
Emperor Daxing had just passed his filial piety period. He Lanyou came over that night, took his hand, bit off their index fingers, stuck them together, and forced him to drink the mixed blood of the two.
"Your Majesty, from now on, you and I are a blood pact. If we violate it, we will be punished by heaven and earth! I will only bow my head for you in this life."
Everyone in the world thinks that Yuanze is weak and can be bullied, a dodder that only knows how to cling, but they don't know that he is weak but can straighten, soft but can be strong. Although he is a vine, a small flower and a grass, he is also the wind that comes and goes freely between heaven and earth.
He Lanyou is the sharp sword edge after hundreds of refinements, and Yuan Ze is the gorgeous flower wrapped around the sword edge.
It is hard to say who will win this battle and who will lose.
He Lanyou (attack) x Yuanze (receive)
The semi-imagined Southern and Northern Dynasties, although not completely nonsense, cannot stand up to the scrutiny of the microscope.
2024.6.27
Purpose: We must save ourselves from fire and water thousands of times