Dae Won-jae
Taizu died, Emperor Hui was weak, Empress Lu was autocratic, relatives were arrogant, and courtiers bullied the monarch.
The princes were divided, Zhao Tuo was self-reliant, the Xiongnu knocked on the side, the ruins were everywhere, and the people were not full.
As the son of Wuhou Yangchengyan, Yang Yi inherited Mo Zhai's words, dressed in brown clothes and straw sandals, vowing to lay a big territory for this brilliant man.
Don't want Empress Lu to come to the dynasty, don't want the rebellion of Zhulu, don't want the young emperor to die tragically, and don't want Liu Han Yizong and the acting king to succeed;
Don't depose the hundred schools, don't monopolize Confucianism, don't want the rebellion of the Seven Kingdoms, and don't want the scourge of witchcraft and the dictatorship of Huo Guang.
"Wish?"
Hearing Liu Ying's question, Yang Yi stretched out happily.
"The minister's wish is to let my big Han's red flag be planted in the entire universe!"
"Hmm......"
"Forget about the North Pole, the ice is weirdly hard."