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Guang Huangwu seventeenth year. The world is divided, and the war in Kyushu has not stopped. The Han occupies Guanzhong, Shu defends Bashu, Jin occupies the Central Plains, Chu borders the Yangtze and Huaihe Rivers, the Xiongnu herds horses in the northern wasteland, and the nations attack each other, devastating the people. There is an orphan named Youqiang. In the past, when he was abandoned in Taoism, he was raised by General Liang Jing of Zhendong. He lived in the east room and taught him poems and books, as well as etiquette and justice. Once upon a time, the pillars of the family were wronged and blood was spilled in Fuzhou. The high-ranking families of the past fell into disarray, and the young man fled to the end of the world with hatred. Hidden in Shushan, wrote "Youzi Official Law"; Hearing about seeking talents, he entered the imperial capital of Panyu. The eight saints faced the saint, and seven of them fell into ruin. He was the only one who, in cloth clothes, was able to enter the Zen front hall. From then on, from a humble official to an important minister; from planning water transportation to taking charge of all matters; from an official to a prime minister, his power was overwhelming to both the government and the public. Assist the Mingjun, organize the officials, fill the national treasury, and train the soldiers. When the warehouses in the world were solid and the soldiers were ready, the king's army was launched and the Northern Expedition was launched. The broad flag points to the four directions. Destroy all the countries, secure the Central Plains, conquer the outside world, unify China, and create peace again. The fighting has stopped and the storm has subsided. The old case was overturned and the injustice was overturned. The loyalty and honor of the benefactor will be returned to the world; the young man will live up to the kindness of his father-in-law's upbringing. The land is vast and the territory is safe, the turbidity is struck and the clear is raised, and the smoke is cleared in the sky. One book, one phase, one king, one chaotic time, finally became a paragraph—— wide strike empty