My Son Liu Jinnu of the Eastern Jin Dynasty

AD 363. Fu Jian had just succeeded to the throne and had just met his minister Wang Meng. Murong Chong and Princess Qinghe had not yet "flyed into the Purple Palace together"; The Great Sima Huanwen was at the peak of his power and was actively pursuing the Northern Expedition in order to gain military merit and the gift of Nine Tins; Wang Xianzhi of the Wang family who was "the Yan in front of the Wang Xietang in the old days" was harmonizing with Xi Daomao's harp and harp, and Xie An, who had just made a comeback in the Xie family for a few years, returned to seclusion again; The war between the Eastern Jin Dynasty and the former Qin Dynasty has not yet begun, and many stories in "Shishuoxinyu" are taking place at this time. This is the most colorful time in the Eastern Jin Dynasty, and the "absurd and beautiful" time period that many people in later generations who yearn for aristocratic families most want to travel through. Liu Qiao, a poor scholar, just floated on the edge of all the rich colors. Liu Qiao's goal: chicken baby, keep healthy, and become the emperor. Liu Qiao: "Son, it's too late to become emperor at the age of fifty-seven. Just follow the example of Tang Taizong next door and strive to dominate the world at the age of twenty-seven!" With the pacifier in his mouth, little Liu Yu snorted a bubble of snot, turned over, and continued to sleep soundly. "The grass and trees in the setting sun, the ordinary alleys, where the slaves of human nature once lived. I think of those days, when the warriors were fierce and powerful, they could swallow thousands of miles like a tiger." (Romance of male protagonist, daily life, group portrait, no research, don't enter if you don't like it.) Intention: I hope my son will become a dragon.