Three days passed, and Chen Xi finally understood the current situation. It was a broad interpretation of the Three Kingdoms period. The Yellow Turban Rebellion had just been put down, an era of heroic figures emerging. It was also an era that Chen Xi had fantasized about when he was bored in the past. After all, whether it was Zhao Zilong with his white horse and silver spear or Zhuge Kongming, whose wisdom was personified, the fans and detractors in later generations were endless. There's no way around it, there are too many Chinese people, so that's what he had to say.,After the old man left, Chen Xi closed the door and prepared to return to the inner room to read. For him, nothing was more important than studying the texts of this period, even though he had memories from his previous life as Chen Xi, they were not entirely complete.,"It's nothing, I don't need that horse anyway. By the way, bring all the books from my study to my room. I need to review them again." Chen Xi shook his head and said. He also knew the value of the horse, but compared to the life-saving grace, he felt it was worth it, at least he could feel at ease.。