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"Welcome to the Song Dynasty. There are Su Dongpo's poems, Li Qingzhao's lyrics, the majestic wind in the north of the Great Wall, and the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River." "Can you tell me something else." "Are you a man? Not interested in this? Okay, I Let's talk about something else. There are the roars of gentlemen, the strange smiles of traitorous ministers, the powerful emperors, the palace guards of the Khitan, the iron kites of Xixia, the corpses filling the shores of Palembang, the blood-filled caves in the city wall, and the arrows piercing the bones and shocking sand entering the face. The white blade destroys the edge, and the sea of clouds becomes red. Living is a hero, and death is a spirit..." "Okay, okay, it's so bloody, let's talk about it!" "Don't tell me, you can experience it yourself." "Then you have to tell me. Da Song's identity? ""Be an illegitimate child?" "What's wrong with being an illegitimate child? The current prime minister is an illegitimate child. It's your blessing to be an illegitimate child."

He transformed from a rich boy to a poor loser overnight. He staged epic counterattacks on the court. He defeated thousands of armies with one goal and changed three cities with one goal. Each legendary story was praised by the world. In his life, he also staged soul-stirring counterattacks again and again, with wealthy daughters and glamorous ladies falling one after another...

The setting sun, the grass and trees, the ordinary alleys, where the slaves of humanity once lived. I think back then, when we were strong and strong, we could swallow thousands of miles like a tiger. The story begins with Liu Yu's Northern Expedition, and let's see how the protagonist Yang Yu cheats and counterattacks all the way...

The sixteenth year of Chongzhen was a truly troubled time: horses' hooves were like rain, shouts were like thunder, and blood was pouring. The white hair of a loving mother in the Central Plains, the distant gaze of a spring lady in the south of the Yangtze River, and the night cry of a child in Hunan. Farewell under the willow shade of my hometown, the general's wide-open and angry eyes hunted the military flag in the wind. There was smoke after smoke, and the Chinese land was trembling under the iron hooves of the Tartars... Qin Mu held a giant sword in his hand, and behind him was a black flag with the word "Qin" in it. It was dark, cold, mysterious, and solemn. It was a symbol of power and strength. Under the banner, the black iron current is like a roaring sea, just like the iron army that swept across Liuhe. "I have not fulfilled my ambition and people are still suffering. There are crying marks everywhere in the country. Kill!" However, there is also happiness in the suffering. If you don't see the fragrance, you are serving wine, and you are drunk and lying on the waves. This is how you should be...

The wine went into the intestines, seven parts turned into moonlight, the remaining three parts roared into sword energy, and when spitted out, half of the prosperous Tang Dynasty!