Jincheng Emperor Sima Yan: Little Uncle, save me. Poor scholar: The sky does not give birth to sons, eternity is like a long night. The Han people in the world: How can the sons be born?
One battle, death without regrets!... I accidentally became the son of the Eastern Jin clan, and I don’t want to be eaten and wait to die, so I should draw my sword and rise.
Zhao, Sao Murong... The five barbarians surrendered, the four barbarians came to court, wherever the rivers and rivers came, and the sun and the moon shined, they were all my lands!
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