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In 197 BC, that is, in the autumn and seventh month of the tenth year of the Han Dynasty, the Supreme Emperor passed away. Looking at the familiar mourning hall, her father Liu Bang, her mother Lu Fei, her younger brother Liu Ruyi, and the distinguished nobles and nobles of the dynasty kneeling on the ground, Liu Ying felt that everything in front of her was so unreal. "As expected!" "Back here again!" Before Liu Ying could recover from the joy of restarting the game, the first problem after time travel was once again placed in front of Liu Ying. Father Liu Bang wants his younger brother Liu Ruyi to be the heir apparent...

The new book "The First Prince of the Han Dynasty" has been released. Taizu passed away, Emperor Hui was young and weak, Empress Lu was in power, her relatives were arrogant, and the court officials bullied the emperor. The princes were divided, Zhao Tuo was independent, the Huns were at the border, the land was in ruins, and the people were hungry. As the son of Wuhou Yang Chengyan, Yang Yi followed Mo Zhai's words, wore brown clothes and straw sandals, and vowed to lay down a large territory for this magnificent man. We don't want Empress Lu coming to the court, we don't want Zhu Lu's rebellion, we don't want the young emperor's tragic death, and we don't want Liu Han Yizong and Dai Wang to succeed him; Don't depose hundreds of schools of thought, don't respect Confucianism alone, don't want the chaos of the Seven Kingdoms, let alone the disaster caused by witchcraft and Huo Guang's dictatorship. "Wish?" Hearing Liu Ying's question, Yang Yi stretched out happily. "My wish is for my red flag to be spread all over the world!" "Well..." "Forget it in the Arctic, the ice is really hard."

The new book "The First Prince of the Han Dynasty" has been released. In people's hearts, the emperor is a creature that is born sacred and sought after by thousands of people. It is the supreme existence. But there are always a few unlucky emperors who have no ability to control their own destiny. Just like Liu Hong at this time, he was sitting on the imperial couch in the back hall of Weiyang Palace in Chang'an in 180 BC, looking at the wine bottle in front of him helplessly and bitterly, not knowing what to do. Separated by a wall behind him, in the main hall of Weiyang Palace, Taiwei Zhou Bo, who was supposed to be Liu Hong's official, was standing on his imperial steps with high spirits, discussing with the courtiers the candidate for the new emperor after his "passing away". Liu Hong, who was supposed to have the most say in the discussion meeting on the selection of his "successor" to the throne, was not even qualified to attend - he could not even refuse to drink the poisonous wine in front of him... "Zhou is the emperor, and he died like a common man..." Lamenting, Liu Hong resolutely raised the wine bottle and drank it all in one gulp. "If there is an afterlife, I will no longer be a young emperor!" His last wish before his death became a reality when Liu Hong opened his eyes again... Book Club: 1071618579