In the 30th year of Jiajing, Emperor Daojun hid in Xiyuan to refine mercury and burn elixirs. Yan Song, the first assistant, racked his brains for a Qingci.
The Anda in the northwest galloped across the Central Plains several times. The Japanese pirates in the southeast were addicted to looting.
Zhang Ju Zheng was pulling his hair for flattery articles,
Qi Jiguang was still kneeling on the washboard,
Li Shizhen left the Imperial Hospital silently...
The rotten things are still rotting, and the new ones are sprouting.
The singing and dancing of the south of the Yangtze River, the singing of swallows and the singing of orioles, Tang Yi, who came from time to time, with a confident smile, calmly opened a picture of promotion...
Reader group: 284-427-642, waiting all day long, welcome to settle in.
