Chapter 381 The cold prince’s brother kills everyone (extra)
After Fuchen abdicated, she decided to take up the position of the great wizard. She also deliberately looked for a successor, and she chose a princess.
This little princess is the daughter of King Wanqi and the half-sister of Wanjian.
Because she was young, she had been kept in captivity and studying in the palace. She ran out on her own, infiltrated the selection staff of shrine maidens, and became a preliminary shrine maiden. She was always away and never returned to the palace. Everyone in the palace knew the results of these little princes and princesses.
He is just waiting to die and doesn't care if there are fewer people around him.
So no one has ever noticed the lack of people.
She is excellent in one-on-one combat.
She is silent and reserved, and has high talent. But when Fuchen checked her identity and found out that she was a princess, Fuchen hesitated.
It’s not unclear how deeply the Wan family’s royal family hates Wan Fan and themselves.
The biological mother was sent to be buried with Wan Fan. How can this deep hatred be resolved?
Fuchen suspected that she was the witch who helped Wan Chen.
The other party is now 10 years old. Fuchen quietly observes and removes her from the wizard's inner circle.
In this life, she has no chance of becoming a great wizard, nor can she learn the core secret techniques.
Fuchen turned his attention to a girl again. The girl had some injuries, which were the result of snake venom.
This girl works harder, never says a word, and has an incomparable personality. She is seventeen or eighteen years old, has short hair, a quick mind, average understanding, but a clear and mature person.
Based on her character alone, this girl stands out.
The background is even more surprising: he is a child thrown over by Wanchang, who was originally intended to be trained as a killer.
"Why are you here?"
The child lowered his head and said, "I want to follow the adults."
"You want to serve me and not be loyal to the king. Why? Aren't you afraid of being killed?" Fuchen was a little confused.
The child knelt down and said, "I was saved by an adult. I just want to be loyal to you."
Fuchen was even more puzzled, and after careful interrogation, he found out that she was one of the children that Fuchen rescued in the Lu Kingdom when he was 6 years old.
Those children were secretly sent away by Wan Fan, first in the casino, and finally into Wan Guo.
Wan Fan did not break his promise to keep them alive until adulthood, but directly told them: they were not valuable and would not be kept.
Everyone was thrown away to study and picked and taken away by people from different departments.
Under the pressure of death, most people train hard and stay alive. Some people cannot stand the pain of training, escape and are killed.
They all knew that they knew the secret of the big shot and could not let him go. Very few people would think twice about it.
This girl was trained perfectly and was selected as an assassin. Later, she performed meritorious service and requested to be transferred to Master Fuchen.
Wan Fan heard that he wanted to repay Fuchen, so he was not embarrassed and made an exception to let her come.
The floating dust is in a trance.
Wan Fan is silent and reserved, and it is difficult to know what he is doing behind the scenes.
Just like before she became king, she wanted to popularize learning and increase the probability of civilians being selected as officials, but Wan Fan severely criticized her.
Because if you do this, you will be targeted by the family.
Wan Fan secretly helped her do it. She arranged for the five officials, and Wan Fan secretly arranged for them to do it.
So when King of Floating Dust set out to do it, the preliminary work was already prepared, and the country's advancement work was also developing smoothly.
Fuchen designated this girl as his heir and took her to learn profound things.
Enter the palace and have dinner with Wan Fan.
At the dinner table, Fuchen mentioned this matter, "Brother, why didn't you tell me about it?"
"It's not harmful to you." Wan Fan said calmly.
Don't say things that are not harmful to you.
The dust is clear.
Just like what she did for Wanchang behind her back, she didn't want to show it clearly. Because we have each other in our hearts, no words are needed.
In the indifferent palace, there are still people who trust and rely on, which is a kind of happiness.
"Another letter from the Gao family." After dinner, Wan Fan found a roll of bamboo slips and threw it to Fu Chen.
Fuchen laughed and opened the bamboo slips. The other party hoped that Fuchen could go to the Gao family's territory.
The Gao family contributed a lot to the war with Jiang State, and I hope Fuchen can show mercy.
"Let me think about it," Fuchen said.
She left and went to the cold palace.
In the cold palace, Wan Chen touched two iron balls. The iron balls on the iron chains on his feet were coiled in his hands and were already very smooth.
Two iron balls weigh ten kilograms.
Wanchang's spear weighs 23 kilograms. He leads the army with the spear all the time.
Wan Chen naturally didn't care about this level of weight. The chain was still there, but he just didn't bother to point it out.
Fuchen threw the bamboo slips aside, hugged Wan Chen, and had fun.
Wan Chen glanced at the bamboo slips, said nothing, and moved with the rhythm of the dust.
Afterwards, Wan Chen asked, "Do you want to marry a man from the Gao family?"
Fuchen has been a great king and a great wizard of all nations. He can only marry but not marry.
Fuchen smiled playfully, "You care?"
Wan Chen shook his head, "Just asking."
Fuchen didn't say much.
She would not wash up at Wan Chen's place, nor would she spend the night here. She would leave after having sex.
No status.
Fuchen has no other thoughts about looking for anyone else. Occasionally, he will take his fancy to a few male favorites and take them to his own mansion to keep them in his favor.
Fuchen didn't go to Gaoguo, but she sent a snake egg.
The Gu King Snake of the Danyang Si family was still in Fuchen's hands. Fuchen bred it and gave birth to a snake egg. Fuchen sent the snake egg to the Gao family as a favor.
Si Shenyin, the second daughter of the Si family, did not know about the existence of snake eggs. Gu insects have no reproductive ability. Gu insects in past generations have only been raised, not reproduced. This is basic common sense.
Fuchen himself didn't know why this Gu King could.
When the Si family knew about it, they didn't dare to touch Fuchen anymore, and they just wanted to be told how to reproduce.
Fuchen has always kept Wan Chen in the cold palace, and has always maintained an ambiguous relationship with him under Wan Cang's nose.
Wan Fan has been on the throne as "Wan Xin" for five years, but he has health problems.
Fuchen searched for the cause and found that it was heart and lung damage. It was a hidden disease that had existed before, and one of the causes had just exploded.
"When did it happen? What caused it?" Fuchen asked.
Wan Fan was lying on the bed, wrapped in a thick quilt. In the past, the fire body was just a single garment in winter, but now it also needs a thick quilt.
Wan Fan looked at Fu Chen, pondered for a long time, and then said leisurely, "It happened when I was thirteen."
Fuchen did the math, she was eight years old at that time.
When Wan Fan returned from a study tour at the Sage Academy, she was taken away by Zhen Ren. After that, the two were separated for three years.
Fuchen took a deep breath and couldn't help but want to dig up the coffin and whip the corpse. His body was trembling, his teeth were chattering, and he couldn't help but shed tears in his eyes.
His body... body...
Wan Fan looked at Fu Chen lovingly and raised his hand to touch her head.
Fuchen lowered his head, feeling comforted by Wan Fan, and his tears fell down.
The disease comes quickly and goes away quickly.
Wan Fan stayed in bed for half a year.
Fuchen asked, "Do you want to plant life?"
Even if there is a chance of life, the disease cannot be cured. Damage to the heart and lungs is equivalent to removing the flesh from the heart and lungs, and breathing is painful.
Not comfortable.
Wan Fan shook his head. Looking at Fu Chen who had been taking care of him, he said, "I have lived enough, you don't have to be sad."
Fuchen held Wan Fan in his arms, crying for Wan Fan who was thirteen years old, and for Wan Fan who had not become a king before.
She silently opened her sleeves, but the scars on them were still there.
Wan Cang looked at the scar and felt weak, "Don't you regret it?"
"Brother, you picked me up before, why didn't you throw me away?"
No one is more capable of raising a child than he is.
Wan Fan smiled, "Afraid of ghosts."
Now, an eight-foot man is held in the arms of a six-foot man, and he feels small.
Fuchen smiled silently, "Aren't you afraid that you won't be able to defeat them after you die?"
Fuchen boasted, "I am a great wizard. Even if I die, I am still stronger than them. They can't bully you."
People who are afraid of ghosts will be afraid of ghosts even after death.
Fuchen leaned on Wanchang's head, "I have always blamed myself for not being able to protect you. Sometimes I wonder why when I met you, you were a child instead of an adult?"
Wan Fan slowly stretched out his hand, trying to hold Fu Chen's hand.
Fuchen reached out and grabbed Wanchang's hand.
"The child is fine." Wan Fan gasped, "With you here, I have the courage not to be afraid anymore in the dark."
"Ahem." Wanchang felt uncomfortable.
Tears flowed down, and the floating dust silently smoothed Wanchang's breath.
"The child is very good. Very beautiful. I want to be better, want to do better, and protect you."
Fuchen's eyes stung. He tried to ease the topic, "In the cold palace, every time I sleep, you pinch me and make me cry."
Wanchang smiled gently.
He laughed a lot today.
"I'm hungry." Wan Fan suddenly became energetic and sat up on his own.
Fuchen raised his head and shed tears.
Wan Fan waved to his servants to arrange meals.
Fuchen smiled and ate with him.
"Let's go to Leng Palace." Wan Fan hugged Fu Chen and walked outside, just like he did when he was a child.
Fuchen sat obediently on his arm, smiling at him.
The people under my command immediately arranged to sort it out.
Wan Fan stood in front of Leng Palace holding Fu Chen in his arms.
The cold palace is now a serious palace.
Wan Chen was transferred away.
Wan Fan hugged Fu Chen and looked at Leng Gong.
There is nothing like the feeling of childhood here.
Perhaps, the best time was when they were children, when the two of them warmed each other in the cold palace.
Wan Fan was not prepared for Fu Chen, and Fu Chen did not have the wisdom to find fault with Wan Fan's murderous nature.
After being together for thirty-one years, the two of them can still rely on each other, perhaps because of their love for each other.
Wan Fan carried Fu Chen inside, walked to the corner of the wall, put the man down, and dug the soil by himself.
Fuchen stretched out his hand, and the servant behind him brought a shovel.
Before Fuchen could do anything, Wan Fan dug out a jar himself.
Open it, and you will get a strong aroma of wine.
Fuchen looked at Wanchang in confusion.
Wan Fan said, "When you were a child, I got up and followed the example of others who put a jar of wine under the tree and dug it out when you got married." He handed the wine to Fu Chen.
Fuchen held the wine jar, and the aroma of the wine filled his nose. He quickly recognized that this was sacrificial wine, and it was the best sake. "Did you make it?"
Wan Fan smiled and shook his head, "Stealed."
Fuchen smiled.
When they were still in the cold palace, they were only a few years old. Wan Nang had to steal food and drink from the kitchen.
Fuchen raised his head and took a big sip. It was not overpowering, it was mild, and the wine was sweet and sweet, but it couldn't stop the bitterness in his heart.
Fuchen gave the remaining wine to Wan Fan, who stared at the wine and said with a smile, "If you don't drink it, you won't be able to drink it anymore."
Turn your head away from Fuchen and hold it in.
Wan Fan raised his head, drank all the remaining wine, leaned against the tree, and gradually lowered his eyelids.
Seems drunk.
"You should find someone to marry. Whether it's Wan Chen or the Gao family, you are a great wizard and no one can bully you." Wan Fan couldn't help but lower his head.
Fuchen stared at the person, holding back his tears, "I will make arrangements for the funeral. Brother, do you want to overlook the scenery of the ancient city?"
No one responded.
Fuchen stepped forward and supported Wanchang's body. After a long time, he finally let out a vague "hmm" sound.
In the forest, the sound of swaying trees was like the whistling of the wind.
Pythons parade in the cold palace.
Fuchen picked up the person and stepped on the snake's head.
The boa constrictor led the two men in a parade through the streets of the ancient city. When passers-by saw the two men, they stopped to pay attention, or knelt down to salute.
Fuchen lowered his head and said, "Look, this is where we live."
The person lying on his legs had quietly made no sound.
The tears could no longer be held back, blurring his vision.
The average life expectancy of ordinary people is 35 years.
The average life expectancy of nobles is 45 years.
According to the people's requirements, Wan Fan was happy and mourning. He had finished his life without any regrets.
His biggest fear during his lifetime was Wan Chen, who was in Fuchen's hands.
How could she be so soft on him?
Fuchen sat on the python's head, tears streaming down her face. She patted the snake's head and said, "Go find Wan Chen."
At the palace gate, Wan Chenyao watched the pythons parading through the streets. This kind of scene once only appeared on the battlefield in front of the ancient city.
The last time, "Wanchang" was cut into pieces by five horses.
The people thought it was a spectacle and a manifestation of the gods.
Wan Chen watched the python coming toward him, raised his head and looked at the people above him. When he saw Fu Chen staring at him with tears on his face and ice-like eyes, his heart skipped a beat.
"Come up."
The python lowered its head and rested its head on the city wall.
Wan Chen looked at the python head in front of him and hesitated for a while, but finally climbed up the city wall and stood on it cautiously. He looked at Fu Chen, not daring to move or speak.
She has a gloomy temperament, as if she is going crazy at any moment.
Wan Chen recognized the boneless man he was holding in his hand as Wan Fan.
The python led the three people on a parade through the street and turned into the forest.
People in the ancient city watched the python in the direction it left and waited.
The storm is coming.
The python led the people all the way until they came to a mountain at nightfall.
There are soldiers guarding the mountain.
Wan Chen was terrified, he guessed where this place was.
"Drive the livestock into the pit and kill them, and then you all leave." Fuchen ordered, "Run out of this mountain range within an hour."
The guards immediately beat drums to notify everyone.
Figures of people came in and out of the alley.
Wan Chen looked at the backs of everyone leaving and thought a little.
The python moved slowly, lowered its head and carried the person to the entrance of the mausoleum.
The entrance to the mausoleum is very large, and there are two carriage tracks on the main road. It was supposed to be a tall carriage pulling Wan Fan back.
Fuchen picked up Wan Bran in his hand and walked forward with the person in his arms. Wan Chen followed behind. The python also followed slowly.
The mausoleum rubs against the python's body, occasionally dropping scales.
As the long tunnel goes down, the light gets darker and darker, and finally it relies on the ever-burning light on the wall.
Fuchen walked to the main room, placed Wanchang gently on the raised stone bed, and sang the lead song loudly.
A melodious voice echoed in the empty mausoleum.
The main room in front of you has running water, seats, stone beds, and a tall tree.
It's not like a tomb, but like a place where some immortal practices.
The top of the tomb is a dome.
Accompanying the chanting in the dust are the screams of pigs and sheep in the burial pit in the distance.
Soon, the screams disappeared, and the sound of consistent footsteps became louder and quieter, and finally only the sound of floating dust remained.
Too quiet.
After singing the song, it took an hour.
Fuchen turned around and fixed his gaze on Wan Chen.
Wan Chen's scalp went numb subconsciously and he stepped back unconsciously. "You want to kill me?" This is what he thought of. He stared at Fu Chen.
Fuchen turned his eyes away and looked at the python that had been behind him. He stepped forward and hugged the snake's head, stroking it and said, "Let's go. I'm fine."
The python looked at Fu Chen, as if a light flashed in his eyes, and slowly exited the tomb.
There was another burst of sound.
Wan Chen looked at Fu Chen and carefully tested, "Let's go too."
"No hurry." Fuchen sat down.
The stone bed has two steps, one high and one low. Fuchen sat on the low step, looked at Wan Fan, and said calmly, "I know you have won over many people, and you have also secretly trained an army. In the Wu Clan,
You also arranged people."
"My brother's child hasn't grown up yet. He can't do anything."
"I sent him away. In a place where you can't find him, he will have enough food and clothing for the rest of his life."
Fuchen turned his head and looked at Wan Chen, his eyes suddenly brightened, "I'll tell you a secret."
Fuchen walked down the stone steps with a smile on his face, "That suicide note is fake."
Wan Chen looked at Fu Chen in confusion, listening to her laugh and talk about her past conspiracies.
"Originally, Wan Qi's instructions were conveyed to you, but Lu Chayan tampered with them. He has been one of ours for a long time."
"But it's impossible for me to tell the historian and let you blacken his honor."
Fuchen suddenly grabbed Wan Chen's hand and handed something into his hand.
The cold silver light stung the eyes.
Wan Chen subconsciously pulled his hand back, but the force on his wrist tightly restrained him, preventing him from moving or resisting.
Fuchen leaned forward, stared into Wan Chen's eyes, grinned widely, "I agreed to your request before, and I promise you now." He grabbed his hand and pointed it at his chest.
Suddenly, the voice was deep and ringing in my ears, like a poisonous snake spitting a message, "But I have a request. You are not allowed to come down from that high position."
Wan Chen's hair stood on end, and he broke free to prevent the knife from getting close to Fuchen. But Fuchen kept getting closer, and the knife lay between the two of them.
"As you taught me before, don't be cruel or crazy." The words gradually came up.
Wan Chen subconsciously backed away.
Fuchen grabbed his neck with his left hand, looked at him, grinned, "Hahaha", taunting, "Can you do it?"
The knife in her eyes couldn't be looked straight at.
Wan Chen was trembling all over.
He tried to move back and whispered, "Let's go."
Tears accumulated in my eyes unconsciously.
My brain is frozen and I can't think.
"Walk--"
The hand was suddenly pulled forward and pushed forward, and warm blood immediately began to flow.
Wan Chen stiffened and twisted his head. Fu Chen looked at him weakly, vomiting blood.
He turned around stiffly and pulled Fuchen away from the entrance of the tomb. His eyes were dull and he muttered, "Go. Go."
Fuchen was led to the main tomb door, suddenly stopped, reached out and slapped a brick, and looked at Wan Chen.
The sound of machinery sounded, and the heavy sound echoed in the tomb passage.
The tomb door is about to close.
Fuchen shook his head slowly, "It's too late."
Turning back, "He is afraid of the dark and ghosts. I can't let him go on the road alone."
"He has been fighting for his whole life. He has been afraid for his whole life."
The fears of childhood are always there.
"Thank you for your love. I'm sorry for this life." Fuchen turned around and sat back with his bleeding body.
Wan Chen burst into tears and walked back to drag Fu Chen away.
Fuchen avoided, pushed the person away with all his strength, looked at him leisurely, waved his hand, "Go. Go."
Wan Chen turned around and listened to the dull sound in front of him.
Wan Chen cried and wanted to run back. Staring at Fu Chen, he felt his chest explode.
"Let's go!" Fuchen roared, and more blood gushed out of his chest. Fuchen collapsed to the ground, clutching his stomach in pain. She raised her head and looked at the stone bed.
"Hehehehe." Wan Chen looked at the dust crawling deeper into the tomb, with tears streaming down his face, crying and laughing.
The sound of "rumbling" sounded above the head, like thunder.
Tears welled up, and Wan Chen suddenly turned around, closed his eyes and ran forward with all his strength.
The road ahead is getting brighter and brighter, and I keep running upwards, but I feel that my heart keeps falling, and the future becomes darker and darker.
Wan Chen ran all the way, and even after rushing out of the tomb, he still refused to stop running.
The vibration of the jack falling to the ground was heard, which made my heart feel even more painful.
Reduce the pain in your heart by running.
The "rumbling" rolling sound comes and goes.
The running never stops.
"Boom."
The earth suddenly shook.
Wan Chen stabilized his body, looked back, and saw a python entrenched on the top of the mountain, roaring up to the sky. Its tail suddenly swung wildly. The top of the mountain fell, and soil and rocks rolled in.
Wan Chen looked in the direction of the mausoleum and saw a flash flood flooding the mausoleum in an instant, completing the final burial.
This is Fuchen's plan.
No one can find her in the vast mountains.
In an instant, Wan Chen lost all desire to cry.
Wan Chen returned to the palace in despair, and Concubine Qi was waiting at the door.
He is twenty-eight years old this year and Fuchen is twenty-six. Apart from Fuchen, he has never had another woman.
Wan Chen ascended the throne and married Yang Jiaerlang's daughter and Yang Yiren's niece. There were also many more women in the harem.
He adjusted internal affairs, suppressed riots, suppressed all nations with thunder, and ushered in an unprecedented prosperous age.
But occasionally, he would unconsciously walk to the cold palace and look at Han Yue, who was above him.
The dead branches beside the tree trace the shape of the sky, distorted.
Concubine Qi slowly stepped forward, holding a jug of wine in her hand, "Your Majesty needs this."
Wan Chen stared at the pot of wine and said nothing.
"Your mother's family has many great lovers. Among the harem, she is the only one who loved the late King Wanqi so much that she volunteered to be buried." Concubine Qi said slowly, looking at Han Yue, "She is the only one who has the affection of the wife of the late King Wanqi."
Wan Chen lowered his head and remained silent.
"The fact that he left his position to you is his preference and recognition of you."
Concubine Qi tilted her head and looked at the shadows of weeds on the roadside, "But if you like a child raised by a lone wolf, you will never get the response you want."
Wan Chen still lowered his head and said nothing.
Concubine Qi sat down next to him, "The world can only see Wan Fan's cruelty and cruelty. Fuchen will always remember Wan Fan's pain when he was young, so he prefers him, so he protects him stubbornly."
Looking at Wan Chen tenderly, "She likes you, but she won't respond to you. You are the legitimate heir to the throne, and you have stepped on Wan Fan's sensitive point. If Wan Fan doesn't agree or support, she won't grow old with you."
Even if Wan Fan is about to die, he will no longer be afraid of Wan Chen.
But it's no use either.
Just like Yang Yiren, Fuchen is afraid of Yang Yiren's hostile status and does not agree with Wan Fan's love. Wan Fan will not allow this person to live.
Concubine Qi placed the wine next to Wan Chen, "She likes you. You two are not suitable for each other."
Concubine Qi left, leaving him sitting alone.
Wan Chen looked at the wine and opened it quietly. Concubine Qi's wine was medicinal wine and had a nourishing effect.
But it can also make people feel drunk and have big breasts.
Today's wine is particularly refreshing, hazy and like falling into a fairyland.
He saw Fuchen standing there, holding his hand and calling him to get married. The two of them, dressed in wedding clothes, walked through the walled courtyard and saw Wan Bran leaning on the side, subconsciously feeling uneasy.
Wan Fan looked at Wan Chen straightly.
Wan Chen's eyes wandered unconsciously, and he paid special attention to his steps, walking straight and keeping his body straight.
But Wan Youyou turned his eyes away, and the two of them entered the yard smoothly.
The moment he stepped in, Wan Fan breathed a sigh of relief.
He was married and had a child. Wan Fan came over occasionally to visit Fu Chen... When he woke up, he was even more exposed, with water drops all over his face. The wine bottle he was wearing fell to the ground, crashed and smashed to the ground.
Why don't you understand?
Just can't do it.
Even a throne cannot be achieved well.
Unknowingly, he also became her.
He will do crazy things: he will massacre unscrupulously when bandits are suppressed; he will set fire to the mountain and order people to move the mountain when the tomb cannot be excavated; he will also burn small boats when pirates attack, and use the wind direction to burn down the pirate ship; he will also do so.
Do what requires persistence.
I will also find incredible things.
He vigorously promoted the legal ideology and did not allow any rights above the law. The royal power must also bow to the power of the law. The legal concept of Lu Chayan was maximized in his hands.
Officially integrating the interests of women and men into the national plan breaks the concept of female supremacy in the Wu tribe and also breaks the status of women who can only take care of their husbands and raise children at home.
Emphasis is placed on the freedom of marriage. Any man or woman who dies in love because relatives and parents do not support their love will have their parents arrested and beaten. If only one party dies in love, the other party will be beaten to death and placed in the coffin.
Wan Chen lived for a long time, reaching an age that he could not imagine.
Fifty-six years old.
He did not pass the throne to his own heirs, but to Wan Hui's grandson.
Because of his grandfather's teachings, this child from a commoner family learned the six arts, learned to be considerate of others, and also learned to be weak.
He doesn't know how to create anything, and he always abides by Wan Chen's laws and executes them respectfully.
At the end of his life, Wan Chen came to the hollowed-out mountain and confessed, "I can't be like you. I can't do what you ask for. But I tried my best."
He didn't open the tomb. He just poured a pot of wine in front of the tomb and turned around to leave.
At the last moment, he knew Fuchen's plan. Her goal was just this prosperous age.
She can no longer stay in this world to complete her mission.
Therefore, she used love and hate to bind him to the throne.
He was buried in the back hill of Leng Palace.
There is Fuchen and Wanyan's secret base, and it is also the place where Fuchen and Wanchen played when they were young.
He didn't want to be buried in a grand ceremony, and he didn't know what his life was like.
Standing at the top of life, he has also hidden the sorrows and sorrows of the world, suffered hardships while lying on his back, and also experienced sweetness and love... He has many children and grandchildren, and he is powerful all over the world.
The sadness of not being able to love has turned into a numbness that is hard to remember as time goes by.
Before his death, Wan Chen drank all the wine that Concubine Qi finally found. The most precious treasure in the world, the Immortal of Paradise.
I dare not drink it while alive, but maybe after death, I will be extremely happy.
After Wan Chen's death, he was named the third generation tyrant.
Wanchang, Fuchen, Wanchen, three generations of tyrants. The trajectory of history has taken a turn that has never been imagined.
People in the world lament the glory of the past and imagine the scenes in which various families once contended.
There is no more vitality, no magic of flying snakes, no legends of Mu's Trojan Horse, Mountain Forest Formation, Crescent Moon Formation, or three thousand horsemen defeating thousands of armies.
The times are stable, but also quite orderly.
It seems like there is a top that can never be reached.
Tyrants brought unity to the country and peace to the world, but also lowered the height of prosperity.
