Romance, Jianghu story
The three-foot sword of the wind and dust of heaven and earth is a poem of the years in the rivers and lakes.
Wu Shuangyue has been an outlier in the Prime Minister's Mansion since she was a child. The other sisters were admiring flowers and doing embroidery, but she wanted to practice swordsmanship; the rich ladies from various prefectures drank tea and became jealous at poetry gatherings, while she was left alone to eat and stuff her mouth with joy. Not welcomed by the ladies and ladies in Beijing? It doesn't matter. Face cannot be eaten as food.
Are you engaged to the young prince of the Marquis of Jinghuai family? Escaped.
Where to escape? Have no idea. Wu Shuangyue casually tied her hair into a high ponytail, held a piece of grass in her mouth, carried a baggage and a sword, and set out to explore the world.
Who would have thought that I accidentally recruited a magic stick in the middle of the journey, and started a life of (chicken) sail (flying) wind (dog) smooth (jumping).
Later, when he returned to the capital, Wu Shuangyue said: My fiancé, do you look like a magician I know?
The battle between a real escort, a real daughter, and a fake prodigal, with a real villain. Double clean.
