I Heard That the Head of the Mo Family Is a Manly Man.

Late at night when the rain was pouring, Mo Jinghan was ambushed by his enemies on his way back to Beijing from southern Xinjiang. The poisonous feather arrow penetrated the shoulder blade, and the burning heat of the acacia powder burned away the sanity in an instant. He stumbled into the ruined temple in the mountains, only to bump into Jiang Wanyin who was hiding from the rain. When the girl saw the bloody man breaking in, she hurriedly grabbed her bamboo umbrella and tried to escape, but was knocked unconscious by the secret guard in the air. "My lord, this poison cannot be... Cannot be cured without the union of yin and yang!" The guard knelt down and trembled. The remaining candles in the temple flickered, and Mo Jinghan's eyes were filled with scarlet red. The girl's slender neck under the coarse cloth collar was close at hand. He suddenly drew his sword and cut his left arm. Blood droplets mixed with rain hit the base of the statue: "Get out... Guard the mountain gate!" The severe pain brought a moment of clarity, but when the thunder struck, the blood-stained sword blade finally fell to the ground. Three months later, on the streets of Chang'an, Mo Jinghan's black carriage ran over the wet bluestone. When the car curtain moved slightly, his pupils shrank suddenly - the girl who had entered his nightmares every night was being torn apart by the gambling thugs and pushed to the sedan chair of the Liu Mansion! This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.