Legend of Dakang: the Old Black Clothes

#深圳夜之故事## Recently entered the pit of novels# I would like to recommend myself. This novel is an imaginary historical novel. It mainly tells about the disputes between various countries during the Great Kang Dynasty. (Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms type) The main protagonists are Ruo Wubai and the little beggar (Yi Xunyan). These two young boys were so chivalrous that they were manipulated by fate and had to face the hatred of the country and the family. It also tells the story of two childhood friends who one day end up on opposite sides. "I hope you and I won't draw our swords when we meet again after a long separation." There will be other characters appearing in it. Currently still buried in Cloud City, I hope everyone can support and encourage me! We welcome all readers to correct errors and provide suggestions for improvement. (Currently I hope someone can be the administrator of this book)

I am Xu Shihuan, hello! I have registered as a writer for a long time, but I can't keep up with writing and updating. This book is a story I have always wanted to write in my mind. The content may be boring, but I hope you all can read it slowly. I will seriously correct any shortcomings. As a new author (still relatively new), I would like to thank you all very much for reading my work. I also hope that you can encourage and support the code wording updates that I will work very hard on. I don't know how to be a eunuch. Because I am still in school, if there is no update for a while, it is not because I have given up. It is because I am in school and there is no condition to update the article. I hope everyone can wait for me to come back. I will send out red envelopes from time to time, so be sure to collect them. Thanks. I may open a new article, and I also have articles on Hongxiu and Qidian. But the focus will still be on this book. Because the story in this book is what I wanted to tell you most in the past and now!

"I will definitely work hard to repay you in my next life." "It is better to be my wife than to be a cow or a horse."

The wind is swaying, the rain is covering the velvet, the green strips are weak and the flowers are heavy. The spring shirt is narrow and the skin is moist. I remember that when we were together, we used to pick up all of them together like a dream. Never had we been together, and we were as pitiful and lonely as a hairpin-headed phoenix. Separated by mountains, the clouds are green at night, and the swallows are coming, but there is no news.

Red crisp hands, yellow wine, the city is full of spring scenery and willows on the palace walls. The east wind is evil and happiness is thin. With a heavy heart, I have been away from home for a few years. Wrong, wrong, wrong. Spring is as old as ever, people are thin and empty, and the tears are red and raw. Peach blossoms fall, leisure pool pavilion. Although the mountain alliance is there, it is difficult to trust the brocade book. Mo, mo, mo! .

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