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The morning sun slowly rises from the Forbidden City, and the outside of the Hall of Supreme Harmony is picturesque and smokey. Who created the prosperous Ming Dynasty, and all the nations came to congratulate it? And who buried their bones in a foreign land and continued to write magnificent poems? I still remember the lights of swords and shadows of swords and rivers of blood outside the earthen fortress. Under the barren sky, how many withered bones look at the mountains and rivers of the Ming Dynasty? ... I would like to tear apart the glitz of the prosperous age and dry it under the gate of Donghua, letting the rain beat the bananas and the dew moistening my eyes... Here there is no kind father and filial son, and the people are prosperous. There is only the sound of horns, the sound of drums, and the continuous sound of iron hooves. Whatever! Just like a spring dream, in the dream is my bright moon and my purple smoke!

"But Your Majesty, I have shed blood for the Tang Dynasty, I have sweated for the Tang Dynasty, Your Majesty!"... This is a story about a modern person traveling through the Tang Dynasty with an encyclopedic golden finger. Well, I can do what the ancients couldn't do!