I Will Become the Emperor of Daqin

The light of swords and shadows dimmed, and the clanging of drums and horns disappeared. There are vivid faces flying in front of my eyes. The Qin Emperor, Han Wu, the late Eastern Han Dynasty, the Three Kingdoms, Sun, Cao, Liu and Er intrigues, the Wei, Jin, Southern and Northern Dynasties, the Sui and Tang Dynasties... This is a turbulent era where heroes emerge in large numbers. The flames of war are burning, the ancient roads of Huangchen are gone, and the border town of Fenghuo is deserted. Time, you can't take away those familiar names. Who determines the rise and fall? There is no basis for prosperity or decline. A page of wind and clouds dispersed, changing time and space. Gathering and separation are all due to fate, and separation and union are always related to love. We are responsible for what happened before we were born, and there is no need to comment on it later. The sky of history is filled with twinkling stars. The heroes in this world are so heroic. It was supposed to be an era of heroes, but instead a silly son of a landlord suddenly appeared halfway. He didn't care about eating, drinking or having fun. He also stole poems from descendants, mined and developed everywhere, and happened to become the second emperor of Qin. He ruled the world and invaded Australia in the south, Russia in the north, and Japan in the east...