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A bolt from the blue! He has traveled through time! Thunder and lightning! His grandfather's name is Zhongxian, and his surname is Wei! Fortunately, he didn't need to recite stereotypes to be able to be a scholar, and he was also able to win the imperial examination, and even be a Jinshi! He only needs to say to the corrupt official: "Do you know who my grandpa is?" The eunuchs of the Ming Dynasty all cleared the way for him, showed their filial piety, and money poured into their pockets. He only needs to say to the honest official: "My grandfather and I are different!" People in the Ming Dynasty and Qing Dynasty praised him as a good official, and his official position quickly rose. But the common people, soldiers, small businessmen, these people living at the lowest level never knew who his grandfather was. They only knew that this good official's name was-Yang Lan! In the forty-sixth year of Wanli, in late autumn, Yang Lan came to the Ming Dynasty... The plot has been revealed for now. For more details, please click to read! (Wutong Shuying Base Camp, 78208588. Fans of Wutong books, please come in, if you are the one!)

(Honorary work of Qidian's second editing team!) A person with an immortal soul was reincarnated in the late Sui Dynasty and possessed a seriously injured young man. As a result, the butterfly flapped its wings and history entered another river. Life is just a game, and the world is just a toy in your hand. He is aloof and indifferent to everything!

(History Essay) In the late Han Dynasty, the wind was blowing and the dark clouds were rushing, and the night was dark with gold and iron horses. Eighty thousand miles of rivers and mountains, beacon smoke, three thousand years of bright moon shining on China. I want to swing my sword to Qingming, and the stars will move and turn to turn the sky. I won't be able to sing enough heroic songs through the ages, and I won't be able to shed all the blood of brave and loyal men. On the road to the world, start over again, wait for peace, and face the sky!

(History Essay) In the late Han Dynasty, the wind was blowing and the dark clouds were rushing, and the night was dark with gold and iron horses. Eighty thousand miles of rivers and mountains, beacon smoke, three thousand years of bright moon shining on China. I want to swing my sword to Qingming, and the stars will move and turn to turn the sky. I won't be able to sing enough heroic songs through the ages, and I won't be able to shed all the blood of brave and loyal men. On the road to the world, start over again, wait for peace, and face the sky!