In the seventeenth year of Daheng, the results were released in the spring, and Tanhua Lang beat his horse on the street.
Xie Xuedeng, seventeen years old, with snowy skin and red moles, looks like a spring lantern when he smiles, making everyone who sees him lose their soul.
He is the orphan of the previous dynasty and the freshest sword in the emperor's hand. Gu Yuanbai said: "My country lacks a living map, a blade that does not see blood, and even more -"
He tapped the young man's heart with his fingers, "I need a lamp to light my way home." Xue Yuan said, "I saved a little blind man seven years ago. Now he has grown up to be a beautiful man, but he has to protect others with his life."
The armored general's eyes were red and he pointed the blade at the dragon chair, "Gu Yuanbai, you want the world, I want him." Chang Yuyan blocked the wine for him, and Chu Wei died for him.
Everyone loves this lamp, but the light gets cold easily.
On the night when the heart-locking poison broke out, Xue Deng vomited blood on the golden steps and wiped the last drop on the emperor's brow:
"Your Majesty, you want to live forever, and it is enough for me to live to the age of nineteen for you." Later, there was a heavy snowfall in Chang'an, and the city tower mutiny occurred.
The young man used his body as a wick to burn out the last inch of light.
Only then did everyone realize that no matter how far away they were, they could not defeat him in just a moment's glance. ——Fortunately, the spring lantern can be lit again.
When he woke up again, Gu Yuanbai's hair was white and Xue Yuan had taken off his armor.
The three of them lived in seclusion in the south of the Yangtze River. When the peach blossoms bloomed, the lights turned on again.
