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In the eighth year of Yongfeng in the Wu Dynasty, Chang'an City was thirty miles away. The heavy rain poured down on the ancient temple on the deserted mountain. Lin Hao came to this world in a daze and accepted an inexplicable identity that did not belong to him. Piece? Abandoned son? Things in the world are like chess, and if you are in a whirlpool, how can you escape? ... ... In the Jinluan Palace. He looked around, and the three princes and nine ministers dared to be angry but dared not speak. Inside Chang'an City. He smiled sinisterly, and the noble prince was frightened and wanted to run away. All directions. He made bold moves, and officials, big and small, gritted their teeth. In the Prince Consort's Mansion, Lin Hao was lying leisurely on a wicker chair, covering his face with his palms, and the sun was shining down between his fingers. He let out a long sigh: "Wealth and honor are not what I want, and the imperial hometown cannot be bullied." ~~~~~~ Newbies, new books, lots of support

Life is like a chess game, where fate is the bet. In the three years of Bei Lie, there were internal and external troubles, and assassins were on the loose. As the only prince of Bei Lie, Wu Dao naturally attracted people's attention. Some ministers commented: "Prince Wu has great talent and great strategy, and he can be in charge of the court." Martial arts: "I can't do it" General: "Prince Wu is born with martial arts and can level the borders." Budo: "I can't" Common people: "Wu Shizi's chivalrous bones and soft intestines can rule the world forever." Wu Dao: "I just don't want to be a hostage. Is it so difficult?"