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Biography of Liu Bei
History刘备别传
Lonely Qianqiu Is
During the long journey of the Three Kingdoms, I was lonely for thousands of years. I thought about Uncle Liu's benevolence and righteousness and his generosity in helping the people, but in the end his achievements were in vain, and I regretted it forever. Therefore, I wanted to write this article to make Uncle Liu suffer many setbacks, but he was able to gallop in the battlefield and political arena, and finally achieved his hegemony, to comfort his longing! The dark night was deep and quiet, and occasionally a few distant dog barks could be heard outside the dilapidated earthen grass wall. Inside the house, unable to see his fingers, a young man of unknown age and appearance was lying on the earthen bed, tossing and turning, sometimes lying on his side and lamenting twice, sometimes sitting upright, leaning against the edge of the bed, looking at the faint stars on the dark sky through the window lattice with only a few broken paper clothes stuck on it. Qing Zhuang's mind was filled with chaos, as if he was possessed by a demon. He didn't know what year it was, where he was, where he came from, or who he was. This is already the third such night. In this way, the young man waited until dawn again. QQ communication group Contribute to three parts of the country: 831807584 This is my first time writing, and I sincerely invite all book friends to join the group to provide guidance on writing methods.
During the long journey of the Three Kingdoms, I was lonely for thousands of years. I thought about Uncle Liu's benevolence and righteousness and his generosity in helping the people, but in the end his achievements were in vain, and I regretted it forever. Therefore, I wanted to write this article to make Uncle Liu suffer many setbacks, but he was able to gallop in the battlefield and political arena, and finally achieved his hegemony, to comfort his longing! The dark night was deep and quiet, and occasionally a few distant dog barks could be heard outside the dilapidated earthen grass wall. Inside the house, unable to see his fingers, a young man of unknown age and appearance was lying on the earthen bed, tossing and turning, sometimes lying on his side and lamenting twice, sometimes sitting upright, leaning against the edge of the bed, looking at the faint stars on the dark sky through the window lattice with only a few broken paper clothes stuck on it. Qing Zhuang's mind was filled with chaos, as if he was possessed by a demon. He didn't know what year it was, where he was, where he came from, or who he was. This is already the third such night. In this way, the young man waited until dawn again. QQ communication group Contribute to three parts of the country: 831807584 This is my first time writing, and I sincerely invite all book friends to join the group to provide guidance on writing methods.