The setting sun melts gold, and the setting sun is like blood.

Jinguancheng is bathed in this last piece of blood, the bright yellow glazed tiles of Zhangwu Palace reflect the brilliance of the sunset, showing dazzling and colorful colors, and the golden wall inlaid with white jade makes a crisp and exquisite sound in the evening breeze.

The magnificent imperial palace is located in the center of Jinguan City, "Jincheng Shiguo, and the middle district, both beautiful and chong, the real name Chengdu." Open the door of 29 and draw the wide painting of the square track. The new palace is in Shuangdeng, and it is planned to inherit the Ming and rise. The extension pavilion of Jieyang City, flying in the clouds. Open the high pavilion to face the mountain, and overlook the river through the window. Inside, the hall of the palace, Wuyi Huwei, Xuanhua's Min, Chongli's Yan, Huaque Shuangmiao, the heavy door opening, the gold shop is cross-reflected, and the jade theme is glorious. The outside is full of tracks, and the inside is open to the outside, and there are thousands of houses than houses. These poems come from Zuo Si's "Shu Du Fu", which is full of beauty for the magnificence of Shu and the splendor of the palace. When it comes to Zuo Si, most people may be relatively unfamiliar, but the idiom of "Luoyang paper is expensive" is a household name, according to legend, Zuo Si three are endowed with one, people are vying to copy, and for a while, Luoyang's paper is three or four times more expensive. Although this article made Shudu famous all over the world a few years later, the prosperity of Jinguancheng is deeply engraved in the minds of every Chengdu person.

Extending south along the central axis of the palace, out of Wuyi Gate, there is an alley to the west, there are only two mansions in this alley, of which the mansion in the west is the Anping Palace.

The red sunset shines through the window lattice into a warm pavilion. A woman in brocade stood in front of the window, staring at the dying sunset, without moving her figure for a long time, with a faint sadness between her eyebrows.

"Madame, the king's hand...... The king's hand snapped......" The maid behind her suddenly screamed, breaking the silence in the room.

The woman in brocade trembled, her fair face suddenly flushed, she turned around suddenly, threw herself in front of the couch, and called out eagerly: "Yin'er-Yin'er-"

Lying on his back on the couch was a young man with a white face, without a trace of blood on his pale face, his eyes closed, and he turned a deaf ear to the call of the woman in brocade, motionless. The woman in brocade also regained her composure, perhaps because she had experienced too much disappointment, she became numb a lot, sighed lightly, turned back to the maid and said, "Qin'er, are you dazzled?" ”

"No...... Mrs. Tai, the king of him...... He did move a moment," the maid Qin'er's face turned red, and she hurriedly argued, "Madame, look, the king's hand has moved again......"

The woman in brocade saw it really this time, and the young man's hand on the couch really moved, not only his hand, but even his closed eyes slowly opened, and the woman in brocade couldn't suppress the surging in her heart, and cried with joy. "Thank God, Yin'er, you're finally awake......"

In the eyes of the young man, in addition to being dazed, there is confusion.

"Where is this? Who are you? Who am I? ”

The woman in brocade trembled in her heart and said, "Yin'er, don't you remember anything?" I am your mother, you are Liu Yin, this is your home, Anping Palace. ”

"Liu Yin? Anping Palace? The young man muttered to himself, his head tearing like a headache, what a strange name, no, he shouldn't have called this name, he should have called ...... No, the headache was too bad, in his brain, there seemed to be two souls, two thoughts were entangled, countless fragments of memories rushed over like snowflakes, impacting his skull, and the unbearable skull seemed to have the possibility of exploding in an instant.

Explode? That's right, it's an explosion! What remained in the depths of his memory was a shocking explosion. He remembers being a SWAT officer, and that he and his colleagues were ordered to go there when a group of terrorists had taken a large number of hostages on the top floor of a skyscraper. The rescue operation seemed to go well, and several terrorists were quickly killed, but just as the hostages were being evacuated, he noticed an unusual situation. He lunged forward with a lunge, and tore open the blouse of a girl who looked almost weak in the midst of everyone's astonished gaze. The girl's chest was tied with a time bomb, and the corners of the girl's mouth hung with a cold sneer. He clearly saw that what she was strapped to was the most intense C4, which would be enough to level the entire roof of the building once it exploded, and what was even more deadly was that there were only three seconds left in the time reading on it. It took him only 0.1 seconds to make a decision, he picked up the female terrorist by the waist, and rushed to the edge of the building at a speed of 100 meters, without the slightest hesitation or pause, he jumped down. Immediately after, there was a violent explosion, and his consciousness was instantly dissipated in the explosion, leaving him with the last impression that his life was completely integrated into this blue in the clear blue sky.

But he didn't die! How is this possible? The power of C4, he couldn't be clearer, I'm afraid that there won't even be a little scum left when it falls to the ground, but what is the explanation for everything in front of him?

The fragments that frantically poured into his mind finally stopped gradually, and he was surprised to find that these fragments came entirely from the soul of another person, that is, now in his brain, there are two people's consciousness, but it is a pity that these soul fragments are incomplete, unusually complex and fragmented, although the two souls have now merged into one, he still can't control the things in his mind.

In the end, under the cry of the woman in brocade, Liu Yin—this is his new identity, whether he wants it or not, he must accept it—understands that he has traveled from the 21st century to the Shu Han period of the Three Kingdoms in the 3rd century. The woman in brocade in front of her is his mother, the late Princess Ma of Anping King Liu Li, the daughter of the late hussar general Ma Chao, and herself - to be precise, Liu Yin, the son of Princess Ma - fell unconscious because of an accidental horse fall accident seven years ago, and was thrown into a vegetative person (at this time, there is probably no vegetative title, it should be called the living dead and the like), his soul traveled through thousands of years, and finally possessed Liu Yin's body. The memory fragments that remained in his mind came from the soul of Liu Yin before, but unfortunately his brain was greatly damaged, and these memories became incomplete.

In his previous life, Liu Yin's favorite was the Three Kingdoms, and his favorite thing to play was the Three Kingdoms game, Liu Yin, the famous general of the Three Kingdoms, was like a few family treasures, Zhao Yun and Ma Chao Zhuge Liang, but he admired the object the most, and those Three Kingdoms crossing novels were his favorites. However, when he closed the book, Liu Yin often laughed at himself, these are just the author's YY, and he naturally won't believe it when he has believed in materialism since he was a child.

But things in the world are so wonderful, the more things you don't believe, the more it will happen to you, Liu Yin really crossed over, and he crossed into the Three Kingdoms that he dreamed of the most. However, it is still a little bit more than Liu Yin's expectations, Liu Li, the king of Anping, is Liu Bei's third son, and even he is dead, and the era of the three male lords and the five tiger generals is probably over long ago.

Liu Yin suddenly felt tired and didn't love, it seems that he has run to the end of the Three Kingdoms, and he can't see the idols he worships - Zhao Zilong, who is full of courage, Jin Ma Chao who is in the wind of Yushu, and Zhuge Liang, who is wise and almost demonic, can not but be said to be a pity, but to live is a kind of victory, Liu Yin actually has the spirit of Ah Q.

Will Liu Yin regret his impulsiveness at that time? Absolutely not! If you go back in time, if you want him to make a choice, he will still rush down the tall building without hesitation, put on the police uniform and take the oath at the moment, the interests of the motherland and the people are above everything else, although this is an era of rampant materialism, but there is still no lack of blood and sincerity, his thoughts at that time were very simple, it is better to sacrifice one of himself than to sacrifice a group of people, not to mention that these people are all innocent and kind citizens and comrades-in-arms, for him, this is the only choice.

However, God had mercy on him, not only did not let him sacrifice, but also let his soul wear to the body of Liu Yin, the king of Anping, who is also the identity of a prince, which is many times stronger than casually wearing it on the body of a cat and a dog.

"Mother, what year is it?" Calling a strange woman his mother, Liu Yin is still a little unaccustomed, but he secretly warned himself in his heart that if he comes, he will be safe, and if he wants to survive in this era, he must integrate into this era. Although Liu Yin roughly judged that this was the late period of the Three Kingdoms, he really didn't know exactly what year.

Princess Ma's eyes were full of joy, not easy, seven years, and finally bitter. "Yin'er, you have been in a coma for so long, naturally I don't know what year it is, this year is the sixth year of Jingyao."

"Jingyao six years?" Liu Yin muttered, a good way of chronicling, although he is very familiar with the Three Kingdoms, but he is far from being familiar enough to say a random era name to know which year it is, after all, he is not a scholar in the history department. But he couldn't ask, if he really wanted to ask how many years it was, Princess Ma must be inexplicable, and it seemed that he had a different way. Liu Yin's brain is not stupid, he had an idea and thought of a good way.

"Mother, how many years has Prime Minister Zhuge died?"

"Yin'er, are you asking this for so no reason?" Although Princess Ma was very strange, she still patiently answered her son's question, "Prime Minister Zhuge died in the twelfth year of Jianye, and it has been twenty-nine years. ”

Liu Yin was slightly complacent, it seems that this method is still good, and he knows the answer he wants quietly, Zhuge Liang died in 234 AD, plus 29 years, isn't this year 263 AD?

263 AD?! Liu Yin's face changed suddenly, Nima's, what a cheat!

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