Emperor Feng, the leader of the Yan Kingdom, was able to govern the country with his literary skills and his military ability to stabilize the country. At the age of five, he learned general history, at the age of ten he knew hundreds of dialects, at the age of fifteen he picked up a spear and mounted his horse to drive away the southern barbarians, at the age of seventeen he wore a dragon robe and became an emperor.
What? The five-year draft period is approaching, so hurry up and pack your bags and enter the palace!
An imperial edict swept across the entire country like a thunderbolt, and everyone from the half-old lady who still had her charm to the half-mature girl in her cardamom years was as happy as if a piece of gold had been dropped on her head. She was so dizzy after being hit that the spring note was as precious as a pearl.
I thought that Emperor Feng had enlightened and wanted to expand the entire back space, but what? Emperor Feng chose a black man, a fat man, and a tomboy?
Tsk tsk, Heitan, why were you selected?
For shade!
What about you, fat man?
To lose weight!
What about the tomboys?
To put down the sword in hand!
