In the twenty-eighth year of Wanli, Bozhou returned to Liuzhou, and the southwest was in chaos.
He Ruohai, a scholar of modern art who has passed through the ruined family, is responsible for twenty-seven blood feuds in Loushan.
He relies on his painting skills, insight, and understanding of people's hearts.
The imperial examinations were passed, the government offices were established, antiques made money, and chess games were secretly arranged.
Don't show off your courage and don't make empty talk.
One step at a time, one inch at a time.
From a refugee scribe to a mainstay in Sichuan and Guizhou.
In the thirty-first year of Wanli, autumn.
In the small courtyard of the Su family in Luzhou, the stove was simmering and a newborn baby was born.
Su Wanqing held the baby in her arms, her eyes filled with uncontrollable favor, and she didn't even look at her husband.
Seeing that his wife was completely focused on her son, He Ruohai felt a bit childishly jealous and reached out to poke the baby's swaddling clothes:
"Wanqing, you are so partial to him... Could it be that our son is the chosen one?"
Su Wanqing raised her eyes, her eyes widened, her tone was firm and proud, and she was not forgiving at all:
"Exactly. He is the Chosen One."
He Ruohai laughed and shook his head, thinking that his wife was spoiled after giving birth.
He would not know that this sentence was a prophecy that spanned four hundred years.
——Huangshi, who is far away in different time and space at this moment, has not yet set off;
——Fifteen years later, Huangshi would set foot in the late Ming Dynasty;
——Twenty-seven years later, Huangshi was defeated and surrendered to the Qing Dynasty;
——Fifty years later, the swaddled baby in front of me will personally judge him as a time-travel traitor in the temple.
