Zhou Langge: Jiang Yue Falls into My Arms

Zhou Langge: Jiang Yue falls into my arms It was late spring in the third year of Jian'an. Peach blossoms have fallen all over the river in Shu County, Lujiang. Zhou Yu stood under the tallow tree at the ferry, watching a small boat breaking through the sparkling waves. Standing on the bow of the boat was a young man in white clothes and a jade belt, with a high-spirited look on his face. It was Sun Ce who had been away for three years. "Gong Jin," Sun Ce jumped onto the shore and patted him hard on the shoulder, "I know that you have a talent for the world, and you have the ability to gather rivers and lakes together. When I come back this time, I want to share Jiangdong with you and become a hegemon for the rest of our lives!" Zhou Yu looked at the setting sun at the end of the river, and gently rubbed a bronze tiger charm around his waist with his fingertips - it was a gift from an old man who he rescued from bandits at the foot of the Taihang Mountains three years ago when he traveled around the world. Before he died, the old man only left a sentence: "When the tiger charm comes out, the rivers and lakes are moving; the temples are safe, and the world is peaceful." At that time, he only thought it was a lie, but now, listening to Sun Ce's bold words, he suddenly felt that the world and temples had already formed an airtight net under his feet.