Daqin, Tianlu forty-six years.

This year was exactly ten years since Zhou Dao left Ping'an Town.

A glass of wine in the spring breeze of peaches and plums, and a ten-year lamp in the night rain in the rivers and lakes.

In ten years, Zhou Dao has already grown from the 9th level of refinement to today's strong man in the world, standing at the top of the world.

In the spring breeze of March, peach blossoms are in full bloom.

On the official road leading to the capital, there was a lot of traffic, and the car frame was like a carp crossing the river. Compared with previous years, it was much more lively.

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