Qianlong: from the Sinful Slave of the Imperial Mausoleum to the Emperor's Teacher for Thousands of Years

In the winter of the thirty-seventh year of Yonglong's reign, I was tattooed with the word "steal" and was sent to the imperial mausoleum. They thought I would rot in the ditch of sinners in Yongning Mausoleum. Little did he know that the two relics left by my mother were awakening—— Burnt black strings ward off evil spirits, and wordless ancient books reveal secrets. Under the imperial mausoleum, buried is the last trace of the national destiny of the previous dynasty. Far away in the rivers and lakes, lies the secret of the broken seal of the mountains and rivers. Above the court, the Ninth Prince was walking out of the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood. I crawled out from the pile of dead people, holding the string of the piano as a blade in my left hand, and chopped off all the demons and monsters; The wordless book in his right hand serves as his eye, allowing him to gain insight into the chess game. Take the down-and-out prince as your disciple, teach him how to survive in this cannibalistic world, and then teach him... How to sit on that blood-stained dragon chair. Many years later, the new emperor bowed in the Jinluan Hall and performed the disciple ceremony: "Sir, how should we manage this country?" I looked at the thousands of miles of rivers and mountains outside the palace, and remembered the oath made by the imperial mausoleum on a snowy night: "I want this world -" "There is no one like me." Hardcore Machiavellian Strategy｜Martial Arts and National Destiny｜Group Epic｜Slow-burning Boutique