[The male protagonist who thinks he is very strong is actually really strong, who thinks he is pretending to be sick but is actually really sick × the female protagonist who can talk to the crowd and ask questions about the family tree, and who can make a fortune in Wuding's kingdoms and retreats]
After a few years, Jianghu once again holds the English Competition, and the winner can become a disciple of Fu Hengyue, the head of the Fu family, the largest family in Jianghu. While Qian Shiyan angrily criticized the feudal family for accepting men but not women, Qian Shiyan honestly pretended to be a man. After beating the contestant to the ground, and when she was about to become a disciple on the spot, the eldest son of the Fu family intercepted her and asked her to be his personal bodyguard.
Everyone knows that Fu Linxu, the only eldest son of the Fu family, is frail and has a bad temper, but his father has no choice but to pamper him to the heavens. Any request he makes can be fulfilled. From a personal disciple to a servant, everyone sighed. Only the prospective bodyguard himself knows that this is not a sudden decline, this is a new path!
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It was her - after she had dealt with all the dead soldiers who had gathered around her, she was busy checking to see if her employer was dead. It was just right to be dead, or alive. But when he saw the sick young man who usually took three steps, panted, five steps and rested, holding a sword in one hand and covered in blood, he looked as if he was about to see the King of Hell when he was seriously ill. So he ignored his dignity and was shocked: "I'll go, are you okay?"
It was her - the young master who stood upright one second was bleeding from all his orifices, with a ferocious look on his face. Qian Shiyan was shocked, and quickly took out the medicine bottle she carried and poured it into his mouth. Seeing that he was about to die, she grabbed it with both hands and was carried by him, feeling very regretful: "I'm going to go, are you really sick?!"
[Non-traditional ancient sayings, the whole process is full of chaos, and there are traces of fantasy elements]
