Even emperors have it tough, so don't be too picky about the entries.

Wu Song felt a mix of emotions.

Things seem to be getting more and more outrageous.

A group of rebels are planning to force the current emperor to wear the imperial robe?

They didn't even know the names of the other people, and they were so careless in choosing an emperor?

What's going on here?!

It's really like a small knife pulling a butt; I've learned something new.

"Oh, it's General Chen. Thank you."

Without further hesitation, the group took the opportunity of offering a toast to approach Chen Shao's seat of honor.

The moment she got close to him, she suddenly pulled out the yellow robe that she had been rushing to make all afternoon.

Several people hurriedly draped the yellow robe over Chen Shao's shoulders, and then knelt down in unison.

"The general is not only incredibly brave and invincible, but he also loves the people like his own children. We uncultured people don't understand any grand principles, we only believe in one thing: whoever can feed us and let us live with dignity, we will follow!"

"The Yellow Turban Army's leadership is utterly corrupt now. Only someone like you, General, is fit to be our commander! We are willing to serve you as our lord and support you as the new emperor!"

The other soldiers who were still drinking all knelt down in unison, only then realizing what was happening.

He's been given the yellow robe!

Chen Shao glanced down at the dragon robe he was wearing, then waved his hand, half-laughing and half-crying:

"Absolutely not, absolutely not."

My house is full of these things.

Everyone took it as a humble refusal, and instead shouted even louder:

"If Your Majesty does not agree, we will remain kneeling."

"What are you doing!"

Chen Shao's reaction was perfectly normal; anyone would have declined such an offer.

So this time, everyone increased the intensity of his treatment.

He always starts with "Long live the Emperor!"

"Long live!"

"Long live!"

"Long live!"

Chen Shao scratched his head and sighed deeply:

"You...oh! You've really put me in a terrible predicament!"

Chen Shao pressed his hands together lightly, signaling everyone to be quiet.

"I'll make you emperor, but you must obey my every word."

"Otherwise, let whoever wants to be emperor be it; I won't!"

The crowd was overjoyed, and their cheers grew even louder.

As for this small request, isn't it just human nature?

What, you think you can disobey the imperial decree?

...

The next morning, they finally understood what Chen Shao meant.

Inside the camp, more than 20,000 people stood on the drill ground, looking at each other in bewilderment.

Yesterday they were rebels with yellow turbans wrapped around their heads, but today they have all transformed into regular army uniforms and become government troops!

Some people scratched their heads in confusion, looking completely bewildered.

"What's going on? Aren't we the Yellow Turban Army? Why are we wearing this skin?"

"Yes, so... what exactly will my identity be from now on?"

A group of people gathered together, whispering among themselves.

A team was rushing over in a panic.

He kicked them away.

"Shut the hell up!"

"What did His Majesty say yesterday? He has to sign a confidentiality agreement!"

"Military pay and operations are strictly forbidden to be discussed or leaked. Just do as instructed."

"Tell me what your calling is!"

"Obey orders!" The crowd trembled and shouted in unison.

"Then, let's carry out His Majesty's decree. Anyone who dares to utter another word will be subject to military law."

...

Meanwhile, in the backyard of Prince Zhao's residence, Chen Shao was personally directing the packing of gold and silver into boxes.

With so much money, it's hard to say whether it will support his Northern Expedition, but at least the promises he made to those who joined the army will be realized.

Wu Song stood aside, watching Chen Shao with amazement.

Everything that has happened these past few days feels like a dream.

Could Your Majesty really be the reincarnation of the Great Sage Equal to Heaven...?

[Ding! Congratulations, host, for completing the side quest: Recruiting Soldiers and Buying Horses.]

[The army size has been increased by 20,000. You will receive a five-draw reward. Do you want to draw?]

"So many people have died or been injured..."

Chen Shao felt a pang of regret; yesterday's siege had indeed been quite fierce.

Originally, the Yellow Turbans numbered 25,000, and the Weibo Kingdom had 10,000.

such a pity.

He cleared his mind of distractions and silently recited:

"Pull, pull, pull."

The familiar scene unfolds once again.

The first picture shows a magnificent palace filled with ferocious beasts such as tigers, leopards, and bears.

Leopard room!

Chen Shao was very familiar with this person; he recognized him at a glance as the most peculiar emperor of the Ming Dynasty—Zhu Houzhao!

He was too lazy to look at the animals and skipped the scene altogether.

[Ding! Congratulations, host, you have drawn the Emperor Card and obtained the entry: Pig Slaughter.]

[Pig Slaughter: You have considerable experience and skill in pig slaughtering.]

"I knew it..." Chen Shao thought to himself, "Zhu Houzhao has a really cool nickname."

[Suppressing the Rebellion]!

As for the origin of this term... Chen Shao felt it was somewhat inappropriate.

Slaughtering a pig was a major taboo for the Zhu family.

It must have originated from the "pig ban" issued by Zhu Houzhao.

"Never mind, never mind."

If you give a king the skill of slaughtering pigs, he won't know when he can use it.

You can only watch the next screen.

this time...

Chen Shao's eyes instantly turned red.

What did Lao Tzu see?!

Damn it, don't show me this! I'm bursting into tears.

But he still couldn't resist going to see...

The autumn wind is bleak.

On Wuzhang Plain, banners fluttered low. In a simple tent, a figure with a feather fan and a turban lay hunched over a table, an unfinished will laid out before him, and the candle beside him flickered about to go out.

The soldiers outside the tent knelt on the ground, their cries shaking the heavens.

The feather fan slipped from between the withered fingers and floated lightly to the ground.

"The Northern Expedition..."

Prime Minister Zhuge!

Chen Shao dared not even think about his entry, and cursed the system's ancestors for eighteen generations in his heart.

Of all the famous scenes featuring the Prime Minister, why is it that the poem "Autumn Wind at Wuzhang Plain" so poignant?

[Ding! Congratulations, host, you have drawn a general card and obtained the entry: Debate with a Group of Confucian Scholars.]

[Debating with a group of scholars: Your speech is incredibly charismatic and persuasive; at your peak, you could even verbally kill someone!]

The third one.

Inside the main hall, incense smoke wafted, and the emperor, dressed in a Taoist robe, was wielding a peach wood sword on the altar, chanting incantations.

"The old Taoist priest Jiajing..."

"Can I view the dictionary entry?"

Chen Shao was extremely curious about the entries about the Jiajing Emperor.

The "King's Idle Gameplay" feature should be available; what he's curious about is whether "Superior Intelligence" and "Cultivation" will actually exist.

A system is just a system; it doesn't communicate.

[Ding! Congratulations, host, you have drawn the Emperor Card and obtained the attribute: Auspicious Body.]

[Auspicious Form: You are quite skilled in superstition and can create many auspicious signs.]

Like Emperor Huizong of Song, Emperor Jiajing was a fervent admirer of auspicious omens.

During the Jiajing reign, the offering of auspicious omens became a nationwide speculative movement.

The number of creatures is countless, including traditional mythical beasts and rare birds and animals, celestial objects such as the five-colored lingzhi mushroom, five-colored ghosts with celestial writing, and even immortal peaches and elixirs.

The most outrageous incident was when a eunuch deliberately dropped a few grains of cinnabar and dates in the palace, and Jiajing was overjoyed: This is a blessing from the gods!

The fourth picture.

A burly, strong man with broad shoulders and a thick waist is confronting a rampaging bull with his bare hands.

Chen Shao did not recognize the man.

Throughout the entire brilliant history of China, there have been countless such figures.

He's naturally gifted with superhuman strength.

[Ding! Congratulations, host, you have drawn a general card and obtained the attribute: The Strength of Nine Oxen.]

As expected, Chen Shao was overjoyed.

His entries, whether it's "Brother Killing" or "Naked God of War" or "Guan Yu! Guan Yu!", all represent an abstract enhancement of strength.

The strength of nine oxen should be the most basic form of personal improvement.

You can see the entry's description at that moment.

Chen Shao couldn't hold back any longer and raised his middle finger in front of him.