Prosperous times, troubled times, there is no difference for careerists......

At least for people like Yun Zhao, there is no difference!

In the prosperous era, he indulged in wine and carnival, enjoying all the glory and wealth!

In troubled times, he still has a fat flesh and blood feast!

It's just that the wine in the cup and the feast on the plate are turned into blood and tears, bitterness and sorrow, and after drinking it all, it turns into a vulture, and the wings flutter and take off on the dry bones that stand, and the wings fan up ashes, and it becomes a thick cold fog that cannot be blown away by the wind.

Hero?

Maybe yes, he was tired of the troubled times, and he ended them, not because he felt sorry for the suffering of the world, but because he was thinking about another kind of happiness!

Hero?

That's right, those heroes who have risen from the grass have the most say in this, but ah—they're all dead, and even if you tap their wreckage lightly, you can still hear the sound of gold and iron, his soul has flown away, his flesh has rotted, and the only maggots in his mouth to speak are entangled, and he can't judge anymore!

I said - Yun Zhao is an inexplicable person, he satisfies all people's fantasies about heroes, heroes, and all people's best expectations for sons, brothers, and husbands.

It's just - his heart is cold, a piece of cold iron wrapped in flames, even if the sun explodes, thunder and lightning bombardment, volcano eruptions, lava flows, it can't warm him in the slightest!

The queen of the Ming world - Feng Ying

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