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"Little brother, be good! Look at me, brother, as I destroy the Jin, drive away the Mongols, and restore China! Then, I will replace the Song Dynasty, mix the north and the south, and surpass the Han and Tang Dynasties!" "But... On behalf of the Song Dynasty? Brother, I am the emperor of the Song Dynasty!" "Little brother, be good! I will make you the King of Side by Side... I will make you the King of Song Dynasty. How about that?"

A solitary lamp, The new moon hangs high, Beauty is like jade, Thousands of miles of country. A part-time guide in a small museum experienced the most tragic time travel in history. He died and survived, vowing to single-handedly bring chaos to the palace, subvert the dynasty, and create a new era-- Now I want to rewrite the Spring and Autumn Period with a large pen. The world is still like this, how about a family with a few dependents? * * This book has been included in the Qidian boutique channel. It is updated twice a day. Please collect it if you don't delay.

Western Jin Dynasty. The clouds are dark, the wind is blowing, and the copper prong grows among the thorns. Who is wronging the common people? I? Or the sky? I will not allow heaven to mislead the common people, but the flowers are no longer flowers, and I am no longer myself. The canthus is split and tears are shed, and the heart is broken and blood is poured out. Only the muscles and bones are forged, the body is sold, the history is anointed, the spring and autumn are smeared, the hopes of the common people are true, and the common people will not let you down. *This book has been relocated and renamed "Jinli", please move it!

Are you going to be killed with a stick at the beginning? I! No! Clothes! At that time, I didn't know that it was not my most painful moment. I don't know yet, but I will be reincarnated as a human being for the second and third time. I still don't know that my fate and Jin's fate have been secretly marked by the sky. I was placed on a sharpening stone and forged over and over again. I write about the Spring and Autumn Period with my flesh and blood. To mend the cracks in the sky, use my bones. The flower is no longer a flower, and I am no longer myself. Finally changed beyond recognition, finally reflected in history. God mistook me. I will not miss the common people. I will not miss you.