[This book concludes at Chapter 94. The story continues on Dragon's Sky, where new chapters are posted as they are written: http://www.lkong.net/group-399-1.html; Zongheng book ID: 98395]
An Han Yuan, my homeland lies ten thousand miles beyond the horizon. Green sleeves brush old dreams, yellow earth and red dust veil the passing years. Since we parted, let us speak no more.
An Han Yuan, clouds and snow come and go, drifting on. The moon sets and stars shift, yet I have no home. Like flowers, like flowing water, I lament the passing years, idly plucking the strings beneath my fingers.
An Han Yuan, a thousand bands of northern horsemen stretch without end. The general, holding high the banner at Changsha, smiles. The scattered people look east, their hearts and souls yearning. When will we see the Central Plains again?
An Han Yuan, the snow clears along the western frontier. Behind secluded curtains, a quilt is lightly scented. In dreams, our love is tender and heartfelt; waking, I think of my beloved's name.
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Http://book. Zongheng. Com/book/86617. Html Even if you die a thousand times, the Yellow Turban flag will not fall. This is your destiny." System prompts. "Even if you die without even a scum, you still have to let the Yellow Turban war flag float in the sky. This is your miserable and disappointing mission in the game. "Backend translation