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

Yuwen Gu must not die for now.

Otherwise, the Empress Dowager would have a difficult time dealing with the situation, and the Yuwen family would also suffer a devastating defeat.

The current situation is like boiling a frog in lukewarm water.

When the time is ripe, it's too late to try and cause trouble.

When the soldiers hurriedly carried Yuwen Huagu out of the tent, everyone present gasped in shock.

The general on the stretcher looked like a lump of charcoal.

His entire body was charred black, and his hair stood on end, still emitting wisps of smoke.

His body was curled up in an incredible position.

With her forehead pressed against her knees and her hands wrapped around her calves, she curled up into a ball.

The ball was still trembling slightly, and with each tremor, a wisp of white smoke emerged from its mouth.

The military doctor squatted down beside him, checked his eyelids, and then checked his breathing. He turned back and bowed to Chen Shao, saying:

"Your Majesty, the General is still alive. His pulse is weak but relatively stable. He was probably struck by lightning a few times, but it wasn't fatal."

"The general has a strong constitution; he will be able to get out of bed after a period of recuperation."

Chen Shao mentally gave Yuwen Huagu a thumbs up.

That old bastard really knows how to save his life.

This posture can reduce the probability of being directly exposed to "ascending leaders" and at the same time make the possible electrical path as short as possible, and as close to the surface of the back as possible, without passing through the heart and brain.

That's textbook-level lightning protection.

6 Ah!

Chen Shao waved his hand.

"Take him away, take him away, and give the general a proper treatment."

"Send him back to the capital, and take good care of him along the way, without any mishaps."

At this moment, Aluminum Cloth strode over.

"Your Majesty, we haven't found Zhang Bao. He must have escaped. Should I take some men to chase after him? He can't have gone far."

"No need. Panlong Ridge is a vast area of ​​hundreds of miles, with dense forests and deep ravines. It would be too much of a waste of manpower for him to hide there."

"The soul of the Yellow Turbans is Zhang Jiao, as for Zhang Bao... well, let's just forget about him."

"Of course, if he can gather another hundred thousand people, then it will be my failure as emperor."

"I will never allow such a thing to happen again."

After arranging everything, Chen Shao straightened up, looked at the Yellow Turban soldiers who had surrendered and were lining up to receive porridge all over Panlong Ridge, and took a deep breath.

The air after the rain, filled with the earthy smell of grass and the smoke from the army's cooking fires, smelled surprisingly good.

Just then, the long-absent system notification sound rang in my mind.

[Ding! Congratulations, host, for quelling the Yellow Turban Rebellion, defeating the main force of General Tiangong, and incorporating over 100,000 surrendered soldiers. The Yellow Turban threat has been largely eradicated. Special reward: 10 consecutive draws! Draw now/No?]

"Draw," Chen Shao silently murmured to himself.

The first image lights up.

In the dead of night in the palace, a middle-aged emperor was squatting in front of a feverish eunuch's bedside, holding a bowl of hot soup, and feeding him medicine spoonful by spoonful.

The little eunuch was delirious with fever. He grabbed his sleeve and cried out, "Father!" He wasn't angry. He just used his sleeve to wipe the sweat from the little eunuch's forehead.

The old eunuch serving nearby stamped his feet anxiously, saying, "How can His Majesty, a man of such high status, do such lowly work?" The middle-aged man, without even looking up, replied:

"He is also one of my subjects."

[Ding! Congratulations, host, you have drawn the Emperor Card and obtained the entry: This Emperor Isn't So Cold.]

[This emperor isn't too cold: You are very resistant to the cold and hardly feel it.]

The abstract nature of the term was not unexpected for Chen Shao.

But this emperor was very interested.

Emperor Renzong of Song, Zhao Zhen.

Emperors are supposed to have ruthless methods, but this one did the opposite, subtly influencing people like a gentle spring breeze.

With the literary star Bao Zheng, the martial star Di Qing, Prime Minister Wang, Fan Zhongyan, the Eighth Prince, and Emperor Renzong of Song, the leadership team was very solid, marking the most glorious moment of the Northern Song Dynasty.

Completely opposite to Emperor Huizong of Song.

Emperor Huizong was good at everything, except being a good ruler.

This man is incompetent in everything except being an official.

What if ancient emperors also had social circles?

Aside from Qin Shi Huang, this person's comment section is probably the most lively.

On one hand, the entire court was praising and extolling him.

On one side, the imperial monarch left a comment expressing his amazement.

A true leader who wins people over with virtue.

The second image shows a bald emperor striking a wooden fish.

He's an old acquaintance, Emperor Wu of Liang in the Southern Dynasties, Xiao Yan.

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

[Redemption: If you, as the emperor, were to become a monk, your court officials would certainly donate money to redeem you.]

[Note: This offer is only for those seeking ordination; prostitution is not permitted.]

"..."

The third painting depicts the siege of Gaixia under the pale moonlight.

Xiang Yu was greatly alarmed in his tent and lamented:

"Have the Han all conquered Chu? Then why are there so many Chu people?"

Xiang Yu!!!

Finally, they saw the Overlord, but Chen Shao immediately looked miserable.

This abstract system doesn't necessarily provide anything.

If a farewell scene were to occur... it wouldn't be impossible.

[Ding! Congratulations, host, you have drawn a general card and obtained the entry: Surrounded by enemies on all sides.]

[Surrounded on All Sides: Your songs evoke homesickness, significantly reducing combat effectiveness.]

Ok?

It seems pretty good.

I wonder if the effect will be doubled if I combine it with my "Singing and Dancing King" persona...

As Chen Shao pondered, the fourth screen lit up.

no change.

It's still Xiang Yu!!!

[Ding! Congratulations, host, you have drawn a general card and obtained the attribute: "Strength to Lift a Cauldron".]

[Strong enough to lift a tripod: Yes, you are strong enough to lift or even throw a tripod at will (only tripods).]

I... damn it...

I knew it; without abstraction, a system will age!

This means that in the future, when you fight someone, you need to take off your clothes, hang cups all over your body, hold a Green Dragon Crescent Blade, and warm a cup of wine in a cauldron in order to unleash your maximum fighting power.

Oh right, and it would be best to wear a mini skirt on the lower body as well?

The fifth picture.

Before a desk, a thin-faced middle-aged man was writing furiously, his pen moving swiftly and powerfully.

Everyone around was praising her, saying her writing was brilliant, logical, and that she was a genius...

[Ding! Congratulations, host, you have drawn the Emperor Card and obtained the entry: Worldly Cultivator's Submission.]

[Sexiu's Surrender Letter: You are very good at writing surrender letters, and there is a high probability that people will believe your sincerity in surrendering.]

Note: This assumes you have a bad reputation or a criminal record.

"???"

Chen Shao ignored this and continued reading.

The sixth picture.

A ragged young man crawled on the ground, slowly moving between the legs of a butcher.

The local scoundrels around him laughed so hard they almost fell over, spitting on him and calling him a spineless piece of trash.

The young man got up, dusted himself off his knees, and walked away without looking back.

The scene shifts, and the same young man stands before a vast army, commanding with unwavering composure, making the 100,000-strong force seem like an extension of his own limb.

[Ding! Congratulations, host, you have drawn a general card and obtained the entry: Humiliation of Crotch-Crotch.]

[The humiliation of crawling between someone's legs: each time one crawls between someone's legs, one gains a little more power.]

"Absolutely amazing."

The seventh picture.

Sima Zhao questioned the elderly Sima Yi.

"Father, why didn't you rebel when you were young!"

"I'm plotting a rebellion?" Sima Yi pointed to his own nose and asked incredulously.

The scene changes.

The five mighty generals stood there: Yue Jin, Zhang Liao, Xu Huang, Zhang He, and Yu Jin.

Subtitle: [The Five Tiger Generals]

The scene shifts again, showing the same five people: Guo Jia, Xun Yu, Jia Xu, Xun You, and Cheng Yu.

Subtitle: [The Five Strategists]

The scene then shifts to two muscular men standing back to back.

Subtitles: [Xu Chu, the Tiger General; Dian Wei, the Evil One]

"You fucking want me to rebel???"

[Ding! Congratulations, host, you have drawn a general card and obtained the entry: Ninja.]