The Fifty-Ninth Year of Chongzhen

The queen's tears stopped flowing, which didn't mean she was no longer sad. On the one hand, she didn't want Li Zhe to worry about her anymore. After all, when she turned her head and said those words, Li Zhe had hugged her tightly for a long time, stroking her head with his hands from time to time, trying to comfort this pitiful beauty as much as possible. On the other hand, Li Zhe's words also touched her. They had to turn grief into strength and sharpen their swords with difficulty. One day, when the giant sword is inserted into the deep sea, the shark will be cut into pieces. When Xunli's flying blade pierces the sky, the vulture will be riddled with holes...