No Retreat South

"An Shi, I'm sorry for you. But I have to do this." In the imperial study room, Cao Mao looked at Sima An Shi, with a hint of apology in his eyes, and suddenly sighed. Sima Anshi pursed his lips and did not dare to say anything. He didn't know what to say. He was the only one who survived in the huge Sima family. Sima Anshi didn't know whether he should be scared or grateful. Suddenly, Cao Mao said: "That's all, I'll give you the repatriation quota." "Repatriation?" Sima Anshi was confused. Cao Mao breathed a sigh of relief: "Repatriate to future generations. However, you can also understand it as ascending to the heaven." "So, this is the heaven?" Sima Anshi stood on the street at a loss, trying to understand the new world full of steel monsters and flashing lights in front of him. But it was really hard for him to understand, so he could only carefully stay away from the fast-moving mechanical monsters, try his best to control his inner fear and uneasiness, and walk alone on the sidewalk. Sima Anshi saw a lot of people, and it was difficult to understand why the people in heaven were all wearing strange clothes. However, in the eyes of others, Sima Anshi, who has long hair, is also dressed strangely and behaves strangely. But everyone thought Sima Anshi was a lover of Hanfu, and most of them glanced at him without paying much attention. So, Sima Anshi, who was afraid of cars on the road, finally followed the crowd and walked to the food street. Here, Sima Anshi's eyes were attracted by the dazzling array of various delicacies. His stomach began to growl, reminding him that he was hungry. In front of a snack shop in the food street, the aroma filled his nostrils and made him salivate. The shop owner warmly welcomed the guests, but Sima Anshi, who did not understand the language, could only stare at the various unfamiliar foods displayed on the stall from a distance. He is hungry. But no matter how confused Sima Anshi was, he knew that he had to pay for food. Although, Sima Anshi didn't quite understand why other people could pay with a square magic weapon. In the end, Sima Anshi could only stand silently in front of the snack shop, staring at the food in a daze. There was longing in his eyes, but more importantly, there was loneliness and confusion, as if he was lost in a strange modern world. For a long time, Sima Anshi swallowed hard. However, maybe the sound in his throat was so loud that Lin Yu, who was buying food in front of the snack shop, heard it. Lin Yu subconsciously turned his head to look at Sima Anshi. He looked at it for a moment, then his eyes widened and he was suddenly startled. She walked by in a hurry before and didn't pay much attention. She just said that she was a fellow in the Hanfu circle and didn't take it seriously. But now, taking a closer look, Lin Yu, who had been in the Hanfu circle before, discovered that the clothes on Sima Anshi were very sophisticated and had an ancient style. In terms of style, they did not look like modern so-called improved Hanfu at all. Moreover, Sima Anshi's confused and helpless expression clearly did not look like a modern person. Lin Yu asked tentatively: "You didn't bring your mobile phone?" "Huh?" Sima Anshi shook his head blankly, completely unable to understand Lin Yu's modern accent. He could realize that the other person was speaking to him, but he couldn't understand the accent. For a while, he couldn't understand what Lin Yu was saying. But Sima Anshi subconsciously made a sound, and Lin Yu could tell that his accent was weird, definitely different from Mandarin. A bold guess suddenly came to her mind. Is it true that there are people from ancient times who traveled back in time to the present? Lin Yu's heart stirred, and a sense of curiosity and inquiring arose. Moreover, looking at Sima Anshi's helpless expression, Lin Yu couldn't help but feel pity in his heart. If Sima Anshi was really an ancient person who traveled back in time to the present day, it would definitely be more difficult than it would be for a modern person to travel back in time to the ancient times. Lin Yu, who has been reading novels since he was a child, has aroused the awareness that the heroine is better than me, and decides to help Sima Anshi without hesitation. She remained calm and asked the snack shop owner to buy another meal, and then took the initiative to pull Sima Anshi aside. Sima Anshi hesitated for a moment, but looking at the smile on Lin Yu's face, he knew that Lin Yu was probably helping him out of kindness, so he followed. In this way, Sima Anshi was taken in by Lin Yu. Lin Yu also confirmed that Sima Anshi returned to the next generation in place of the time traveler Cao Mao. With Lin Yu's help, Sima Anshi gradually adapted to this strange modern world. He diligently learns modern knowledge, strives to integrate into this society, and gradually understands the modern civilization nearly two thousand years later. During this period, Sima Anshi also learned about the true history and knew that he was supposed to be Emperor Wu of Jin, but was deprived of the throne by the time traveler Cao Mao. However, Sima Anshi did not blame Cao Mao. Not only did Cao Mao not harm him, but he brought him to later generations - purely in terms of quality of life, even if Cao Mao stayed in the past and became emperor, it would definitely not be as good as the conveniences in later generations. It was even more because he felt deeply remorseful for the Sima family that led to the demise of the Han family. Without Cao Mao, traveling south with his clothes would be tantamount to nailing the entire Sima family to the pillar of shame in history. Sima Anshi was in a complicated mood. If the tragedy of Yiguan's journey to the south can be avoided, even sacrificing the entire Sima family does not seem to be unacceptable. He finally understood why Cao Mao had a complicated mood when facing him. Sima Anshi sighed and immediately cheered up, preparing to become an online writer. Although Lin Yu took care of him, Sima Anshi did not want to just eat soft rice. If possible, he still wants to make money, at least enough to pay rent and food. But as a time traveler, he did not intend to be exposed. In modern times, he was simply a gangster. In fact, his skills are completely useless in modern times, and it is difficult to find a job. The only competitiveness that can be called unique to him is that he is an ancient and knows more about the Wei and Jin Dynasties. So, Sima Anshi decided to become an online writer, write novels as Lin Yu, and earn royalties. After some thought, he gave himself a pen name, calling him "The Wolf of History". Then, based on his own experience, he conceived the plot of the story from Cao Mao's perspective and created "The Clothes Are Not Crossing South". He wanted to write a fascinating novel that depicts the style and characters of that era, and tells the story of Cao Mao's change of destiny against nature. Sima Anshi turned on the computer and started typing on the keyboard. Every word and every sentence is a profound memory of past experiences in his heart. As the storyline gradually unfolds, Sima Anshi is immersed in it, as if he is really in the palace of the Wei and Jin Dynasties, experiencing everything in the past again. He used words to outline the image of Cao Mao, trying to give his friend more life and emotion. In his writing, Cao Mao's image gradually came to life, but he was different. Perhaps, to others, this is just a fictional story. But for Sima Anshi, many things were his personal experiences. He was reliving the past and reminiscing about his friends from a new perspective. At this moment, Sima Anshi seemed to have finally found where he belonged. His thoughts shuttled between the keyboards, and the plot of the story came to life under his pen. And his eyes were shining with determination and firmness. No matter what, if you don't travel south with your clothes, the Han family will be passed down throughout the world! No one in this world knows about Cao Mao's achievements. Sima Anshi will also try his best to clear Cao Mao's name. After all, in the eyes of the loyal Sima Anshi, Cao Mao was not only his friend, but also an emperor through the ages. In this regard, there is a poem praising: Mobi Cao, the hero of the world, has benefited from the unification of the country. Dreaming back to Cao Linzi in the Wei and Jin Dynasties, he was full of wisdom and heroism. The noble Sima's heart is open, and the foreign Hunu tribe is trapped in a prison. The personal conquest of the emperor is in danger, and martial virtue and benevolence call for it. Wang Ye's writings will be recorded in the annals of history, and his success will be a sage. Together they chanted silk and bamboo dances to congratulate each other, and played long songs to untie their shirts. The world is determined in all directions, and who cares if the nine states are unified? The heroic spirit will be praised for thousands of years, and the Wei Emperor will be respected throughout the ages.

The night is dark and cold. Sima Anshi stood in single clothes on a high tower. Here you can see the Sima family's once large and luxurious mansion, and you can also see Cao Mao's magnificent palace. The cold wind blew across Sima Anshi's body, and his heart was colder than his body. The most trusted friend killed his father and destroyed his family. Sima Anshi turned and looked in the direction of Yuancheng. The first meeting with Cao Mao seemed like yesterday. "Farewell, Farewell." Sima Anshi's heart ached. He liked that boy, but it was a pity that they were not destined to be together in this life. Sima Anshi jumped down from the tower. "An Shi..." When Cao Mao arrived in a hurry, Sima An Shi was already lying on the cold ground, dying. Cao Mao hugged Sima Anshi tightly in his arms and cried bitterly. "An Shi, I'm sorry, An Shi..." Cao Mao looked at the high city wall. Without Sima Anshi, the world was just a cage for him. Suddenly, Sima Anshi's eyes were filled with fear. Cao Mao stabbed a dagger into his heart. Heavy snow fell one after another, and the two young people slowly lost their breath. "An Shi!" Cao Mao suddenly opened his eyes, and his eyes were filled with pure white. "Doctor, doctor..." A man shouted and ran out. A woman was chattering in Cao Mao's ear. "Cao Mao, you are finally awake. You scared mom to death." "Cao Mao, you have been in a coma for a month. Do you know how your parents spent this month?" Cao Mao looked at the roof with empty eyes. He had a long dream, in which he became Cao Mao from the Three Kingdoms period. A group of people flashed through his mind like a revolving lantern, and finally stopped on a handsome man. "An Shi." There was a hot teardrop in the corner of Cao Mao's eye. That handsome and loyal man, the man who accompanied him through the prison-like life... Cao Mao hoped that this was just a dream, but why did his heart hurt so much? Cao Mao was at the mercy of the doctor. He would rather not wake up in a world without An Shi. Surrounded by his family, Cao Mao left the hospital. On the street outside the hospital, pedestrians passing by were talking a lot. "He said he was Sima Yan, and I was laughing so hard." "Putting on Hanfu, I can still say I am Sima Zhao." "Probably just a lunatic." "Are you talking about Sima Yan?" Cao Mao grabbed a passerby. "There is a lunatic over there. He says he is Sima Yan, Emperor Wu of Jin Dynasty. He is laughing so hard." The passerby replied. "The emperor must have gone crazy." Cao Mao ran in the direction pointed by the passerby, and saw a familiar figure in the distance, with black hair still as long and straight. "An Shi, is that you?" Cao Mao was extremely flustered. Cao Mao laughed and walked quickly towards Sima Yan. Before Sima Yan could react, Cao Mao took his hands and looked at him affectionately, "Is it An Shi? I have admired his name for a long time! I didn't expect to meet today!!" "Sure enough, he is a strange person!" "This long hair!" As Cao Mao said, he stretched out his hand to touch Sima Yan's long hair. This is what Cao Mao said and did when he and Sima Anshi met for the first time. Sima Anshi looked at the person in front of him in confusion. He did not know this person, but the way he greeted him was exactly the same as Cao Mao. Except for the difference in face and clothes, the expression on his face and the surprise in his eyes were exactly the same as Cao Mao. "An Shi, I am Cao Mao." Cao Mao held Sima An Shi in his arms. "An Shi, I'm sorry, An Shi..." Cao Mao's hot tears fell on Sima An Shi's neck. Sima Anshi's brain exploded with a "boom". It's Cao Mao. "Fashionable!" Sima Anshi shouted. "An Shi, it's me, it's me." Cao Mao cried even harder. Pedestrians passing by pointed at the two of them. Sima Anshi's handsome face turned red with embarrassment. "Let me go." Sima Anshi struggled. "An Shi, this time, I don't want anything, I only want you." What a country, what a world, what a Wei and Jin Dynasty, now is the age of peace, he just wants to be a couple for the rest of his life, and never let down your ministers again. "You killed my father and destroyed our Sima clan." Sima Anshi pushed Cao Mao away hard, his eyes full of pain. Why can't you get rid of this person even by death? If he had known this, he would have never met him. "An Shi, listen to my quibble." Cao Mao pulled Sima An Shi all the way to the library. In front of the bookshelf of Wei and Jin history, Sima Anshi saw the real Wei and Jin. In the history books, although Cao Mao was not killed by Sima Zhao himself, there is no difference. "An Shi, I traveled to your era. I knew that I would be killed by your father's people in the end. I escaped, but I couldn't escape." Sima Anshi's mind was in a mess. Cao Mao took Sima Anshi to see the dynasty changes after the Jin Dynasty. In the face of the vast history, Sima Anshi felt that the little emotion in his heart was like sand falling into the sea, extremely small. He looked at Cao Mao hurt, murmuring Cao Mao's name over and over again. This once amazing and talented person was hit hard by history. "An Shi, there is no war here, there is no fighting in the court, there is only you and me." "An Shi, in that world, you protected me. In this world, I will protect you." Cao Mao looked at the brokenness in Sima Anshi's eyes and felt extremely distressed. He made up his mind to protect his Ayan well in this life.

🙂The wolf's first blood, I accepted it

"Your Majesty, no, you can't depose the prince!" Sima Yanchang couldn't kneel down and shouted with blood and tears. "How dare you deceive me, old thief Anshi! Your father has been guilty of treason and has been dead for twenty years. Your uncle has also been executed long ago. I want to know you as a child and spare your life. How dare you?" Cao Mao was furious. "Your Majesty, the crown prince is the foundation of the country. We have been in decline for four generations in the Wei Dynasty. We have been in turmoil for more than ten years. The country has been in turmoil. By Your Majesty, the foundation of the country is solid again. Your Majesty must not do such a stupid thing!" Sima Anshi bowed again, and the heart of the fist can be seen from the sun and the moon. "Rebellion! Rebellious! Pull him out and chop him down!" Cao Mao was furious. Sima Yan was unable to move left or right when someone came to the front hall, with swords attached to his body. "Hahaha, Cao Mao, do you still remember how we met when we were children? You and I have known each other since we were young. I have made many meritorious deeds along the way. To protect you, I have trapped the Sima family several times and ignored it, just because I have a steelyard in my heart." Sima Yan's face was filled with tears. "Just because... Just because I believe you are a holy king. Sima Anshi, Sima Anshi. How have I ever lived in the Sima family? Now, you, Cao Mao, want to kill me, so it doesn't matter. I, Anshi, am blind, and I trust you in vain. You don't need to do it, I will do it myself!" Sima Yan spoke in an impassioned manner. After saying that, he rolled his neck towards the bladed swords on both sides, and blood spattered on the spot. "An Shi!!!" Cao Mao stumbled down the hall, lowered his feet and stamped his chest, crying heartbreakingly, "Why are you so stupid! I scared you!" Unfortunately, Sima Yan couldn't hear him. When Sima Yan opened his eyes again, he found that he was already standing at a crowded intersection, where people of all kinds were everywhere, coming and going in a hurry. There are also some two-wheel and four-wheel equipment that are moving. Surrounded by tall buildings he had never seen before, he couldn't name them. He seemed to recognize those Chinese characters, but he seemed not to recognize them. Sima Yan looked around at a loss, not knowing what to do. At this moment, a surging memory rushed into his mind. He held his forehead in pain. About ten minutes passed, and when Sima Yan's memory came to his senses again, the memories that struck him had given him a full understanding of the modern world. "This is a car, that is a high-rise building, this is an asphalt road, and I am wearing improved clothes. I am a senior student at Xiahua Middle School. I will take the college entrance examination in a hundred days!" Sima Yan recalled seriously. This is his new identity. The early morning sun shines on the young man's body, and the gentle breeze stirs up his flowing bangs. Sima Yan was carrying his schoolbag and was stunned for a while, like a completely modern person, he quickly adapted to the rhythm of life. "The college entrance examination, the exam that changes the fate of ordinary people!" Sima Yan muttered. This time, he is no longer the Anshi of the Sima family, and no longer has a heavy burden. He is just a young man living in today's society, a child who is working hard to get into any university and has parents to rely on behind him. Oh, by the way, I forgot to mention that Sima Yan's father is Sima Changru, a deputy team leader in the community office, and his mother is a head nurse in the Second People's Hospital. Sima Yan has a strong family background. He picked up his schoolbag and walked into the breakfast shop next to the school. At this time, Cao Mao also walked in. The two smiled at each other and asked the boss to serve two bowls of spicy soup, two plates of small steamed buns, and two boiled eggs. The two ate quietly. After eating, they discussed last night's math exercises and walked to school. They were so happy. In the school, the atmosphere of youth is strong, and the faces of high school students wearing school uniforms are filled with childish smiles, full of endless expectations for life. The memory of Sima Anshi's previous life gradually disappeared, leaving only most of the memories attached after time travel. Occasionally, when he thought of the past, it was like having a long dream. Now, his name is Sima Yan, and he is working hard for the college entrance examination. His mother told him that if he can focus on his main line this year, she will buy him the Samoyed he likes.

Idiom Solitaire (just four words) There is a long way to go!

Tell me how to love you, that dear old wolf. That stalwart elder, has been abandoned by you. The former Xiao Tiantian, has become today's Mrs. Niu. The powerful Han Dynasty was eventually replaced by the declining Cao Wei. The great fathers we once knew are all gone. The chickens stolen from the east family, the sheep brought from the west family, no one eats them anymore. Those familiar people and things have all vanished. Today, there is no great emperor, there is only the emperor locked in the deep palace. In the seemingly desperate situation, move around, wanting to change his fate against the will of heaven. What is good is good, but the wise and foolish elder, the monkey performing acrobatics on the dock, the knowledgeable confidant Duke Fuqiu, the military god of the generation who can display his talents to his heart's content. Peerless twin beauties: Empress Lu and Han Cao's mother. The unforgettable Pot Lord and Armor Lord. Xiahou Zao, the second-generation chariot god of the Han Dynasty. The celestial beings of the Han Dynasty are the brightest stars last year and this year. How can I love you? How can I forget you? Will those fierce men and women of the past still break into your heart in the dead of night? Can you still remember and call their names? Does this still make sense to you?

(), I have some thoughts that I don't want to express. Let's discuss them rationally Let me use a metaphor from modern business. The emperor is like a legal person➕chairman➕the largest shareholder of a group enterprise. However, large companies are very complicated. In addition to core finance, security, publicity, administration, etc., There are also branches and subsidiaries. I will now explain branches and subsidiaries to some book friends who are still in school. A branch is a subsidiary company of an independent legal person with independent equity. If something goes wrong, it can handle it on its own and just submit a portion of the money to the head office every year. In the current market environment, the main purpose of a branch is to act as an independent enterprise but still be able to use the qualifications of the head office to participate in business competition, but in essence it has little relationship with the head office Subsidiaries do not have independent equity and legal persons, they belong entirely to the head office, but they still have their own managers to operate Cao Cao is like the boss of a branch company. He bought the qualifications of the Han Dynasty and worked hard to expand and make the branch bigger and stronger. Then he took over the legal person of the head office and shouldered the business of the head office and branches that were on the verge of bankruptcy. Although the head office was about to go bankrupt, it still had a lot of valuable qualifications. Everyone knows that Cao Cao is the CEO of the head office because of his qualifications, but they also know that if it were not for Cao Cao, the head office would have gone bankrupt and liquidated a long time ago The Sima family is like the boss of a subsidiary company. Subsidiaries are different from branches. From a legal perspective, the subsidiary company is the property of the head office. Food, drink, use and clothing were all provided by the head office in the early stage and were established. He was just made to be the person in charge. Then the person in charge used various means to control this company in which he had no shares at all... I don't want to say that the Sima family's methods are despicable. The Cao family and the Sima family are fifty steps and a hundred steps. The Sima family is more domineering, but the Cao family is not clean either  I have also argued with many Cao Cao fans. They said that Cao Cao was a minister of the Han Dynasty until his death. The only argument is that he did not proclaim himself emperor and did not achieve the position of emperor. He was much better than so and so who came later I can only say that he had to dare to proclaim himself emperor. Before Cao Cao, the only person who successfully ascended the throne in history was probably the Tian family Dai Qi. It took three generations of Tian's efforts to rise to power. The failure was represented by Wang Mang, who was 80% similar to Cao Cao. He took control of the power, but the world was not convinced, and a side branch named Liu jumped out to resist... He also killed Dong Guiren and violated Liu Bang's White Horse Alliance. It can be said that the dignity of the Han Dynasty was rubbed on the ground. I don't deny that Cao Cao is personally very charming, but there is really no need to preach that he is a loyal minister of the Han Dynasty.

In the quiet corridor of the Modern Museum, Sima Anshi walked quietly. His steps were slow and cautious, as if he were afraid of breaking the tranquility of this strange world. For some reason, he was clearly thinking about how to complete the task assigned by Yanshi in Taixue, but he ended up feeling dizzy and appeared here. His eyes fell on the exquisite cultural relics, each of which seemed to tell a story about the past. His eyes fell on a group of cultural relics. The nameplate next to it reads "Cao Wei Period". Those familiar utensils made his heart beat faster and his thoughts raced. He saw a rusty iron sword with the words "Emperor Wei Xuan" engraved on the sword. [Emperor Taizong Xuan, Taimao, named Yanshi, is the grandson of Emperor Wen. He is also the king of Donghai, Linzi. The king of Qi is in chaos and succeeds the emperor Ming. "Book of Wei" Pei Songzhi] The tour guide's voice was particularly clear in the quiet corridor of the museum. His words seemed to open a door to history, leading the tourists through that magnificent period. "Dear friends, the exhibition area we are in now displays cultural relics from the Cao Wei period in China. This was an era when heroes emerged in large numbers and were both wise and brave." The visitors slowed down, and some stopped and listened carefully. The tour guide pointed to an exhibit and continued: "This exhibit is a bronze mirror from the early Wei Dynasty. Although the mirror surface is a little blurry, the patterns on it are still exquisite. The back of the bronze mirror is engraved with the word "Wei". In that era, bronze mirrors were not only necessities in daily life, but also important for status and identity. A symbol of status. " The tour guide looked around furtively, and then whispered: "According to unofficial records, this is a love token given by the masculine Emperor Xuan of Wei, Sima Yan!" "What?" Sima Anshi also stared angrily. Looking at him, "How dare he slander Yanshi!" Faced with their surprise, the tour guide looked conclusive, "Just think about it, the Sima family did such treacherous things, but in the end, Sima Yan had nothing to do. And Emperor Wei Xuan not only inherited the good wife of the old Cao family... Uh... He also has a habit of cutting off his sleeves! It is said that Cao Mao gave another male favorite, Zhong Hui, an official position to freely enter and exit the palace to satisfy his short-sleeved habit! " "How dare you do this!!" Sima Anshi rushed forward and punched the elated tour guide. "Ouch! Help! Someone was beaten! Find security quickly..."

It turns out that Emperor Gaozu of the Han Dynasty was also written by the author. No wonder I feel the same style and problem. Let me give you my personal opinion (fans please don't criticize me). The author's two books have the same problem. They are generalized and look like cool articles. The author's character descriptions are very good. Emperor Gaozu of the Han Dynasty cried a few times, but once it comes to specific things, it disappears. The literal meaning is gone. When it comes to improving the treatment of soldiers, there is no mention of how many soldiers there are in the country, what kind of treatment each person receives, or how much they pay each month. There is no way to allocate any amount of national taxes or how to allocate them. Writing about making utensils to promote the world makes me feel like I am playing a game and making a policy. Utensils need to be made of iron, wood, and craftsmen. There is no specific amount of iron produced annually, nor is there any specific information on what equipment your army uses, or how much iron, steel, etc. It consumes. When you promote schools, you don't know how many teachers are needed in so many places in the world, what subjects are taught, and how much food is needed to encourage people to enroll in schools. No matter how many craftsmen there are in the country, if you have to maintain armaments, expand new armaments, and promote agricultural tools, it doesn't matter how many craftsmen you need to make them. The full text gave me the impression that the battle of wits and courage was well written, but when it came to specific implementation, it was gone. Just like playing a game, you click on a policy and it can be implemented immediately. Another thing is that the time is not clear. Who went where and how many days it took are completely missing. It seems that space has traveled through the past. If you hadn't mentioned the one-year coup, I wouldn't know exactly which year it was and how many days passed. I don't know much about the traffic conditions during the Wei Dynasty. It feels like you are taking a high-speed train with a bunch of characters running around, and there is no specific content.

At the end of the Han Dynasty, there was smoke and war, and the mountains and rivers were divided into three parts. Looking at Sun Wu and Shu Han, the hero is getting old; his pale face and white hair are no longer what he once was. Wei Wu whipped his whip, and by the Luoyang River, things were changing as if they were yesterday. Finally returned to the Jin Dynasty. I sighed that my clothes and clothes were crossing south, and the king's industry was relatively safe. In the Holy Dynasty, filial piety governed the country, but in the sad and chaotic China, many people died. Recalling Wolong Zhuge, he was a famous teacher; the young emperor, his jade was broken into pieces and he was raped. The noble countryman wakes up from a dream in Yangping, and the wolf of history is busy writing. What a pity, look at the stars and create a new chapter. Guimao Year, Jiazi Month, Jiayin Day, Xinwei Time