Master Yu's Book List

Wake up, go back to that era, and face the past again, with an ending you can't guess...

Relive the year 1996, the memory is fragmented, just like Zhuang Zhou's dream of a butterfly. Like squeezing out toothpaste, I remember one point after another and seize the opportunity at every turn. Same starting point, different experiences, let's take a look at Han Bo's police life. Ps: The new book "Keeping the Tang Dynasty" has been uploaded. All book friends are welcome to read it.

During the Zhenguan period of the Tang Dynasty, the world was at peace, the mountains and rivers were magnificent, and the Li family was the only favorite. Li Jing attacked the Turks in the north, and Emperor Taizong conquered Goryeo in the east. His military strength was so great that he conquered the world. Waiting to start from scratch and rebuild the old mountains and rivers. In front of the portraits of the heroes, Li Yuan was playing the pipa in a melancholy mood. In the Lingyan Pavilion, Li Shimin was drunk and dancing in the spring breeze. During the most magnificent, majestic and high-spirited era in Chinese history, outside the ancient capital of Chang'an, a young man in rough clothes looked at the imperial city in the sunset and smiled...

There are no bitter feuds, no fights for world supremacy, no plots and plots, and no tricks. This is a romantic story about a young man from Jiangnan who accidentally grows into a master of traditional Chinese medicine who can inherit the past and the future.

The first requirement of a person is to live, the second requirement is still alive, the third requirement is still alive... Under certain circumstances, living becomes a luxury. In hell, we look up to heaven and stretch out our hands. Although we cannot touch heaven, it can bring us closer to heaven. Singing in hell, giving thanks in hell, loving each other in hell, killing each other in hell, we shed tears and surrounded each other and then stabbed the dagger into each other's chest and abdomen, not for anything else, just for the slightest hint of gratitude. The world of the Song Dynasty is my bond and my sky. Only the flying birds know the meaning of the sky. The emperor said - lend me a corner of the royal mansion to settle down with you, mother and son. Tie Xinyuan said - I will repay the kindness of a drop of water with a spring of water, but you can't ask for it. You just have to accept whatever kind of reward I give you. I may be smarter than all of you, in a sense, I am a prophet, I am a philosopher, I am God!

A hundred years of history are full of sorrows, especially when the Marquis of Changle was full of flowers and drunk with three thousand guests, and the frost chilled fifty states with a sword! Does God know if there is disease in the world? The green mountains laugh at me and the clouds wave. Smell the beauty's fragrance in front of the flowers, and steal the enemy's head under the moon! The heart-broken wine of success and failure turns into a song of joy. Please listen to me and be drunk with me for eternity!

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. Anda in the northwest galloped across the Central Plains several times. Japanese pirates in the southeast were addicted to looting. Zhang Juzheng pulled his hair for flattery articles. Qi Jiguang was still kneeling on the washboard. Li Shizhen left the Taiyuan Hospital silently... The decayed ones are still decaying, and the new ones are sprouting. The gentle songs and dances of the south of the Yangtze River, the singing of swallows and orioles, Tang Yi, who came from time to time, calmly opened a picture of promotion with a confident smile... Reader group: 284-427-642, waiting all day long, welcome to settle in.