Xie Zhengye×Su Xian
"You see, this stone Buddha is admired by thousands of people, but behind the scenes it has to be carved with thousands of knives."
There is a cloud in the teahouse in the capital. During the Tianhe period, various sects prospered and merchants gathered.
The officials and bandits colluded, and the hungry corpses of the refugees were all dissipated in the burning folds.
"My surname is Xie, and my name is just a guest. My name is small and my sword is light, so it is not worth mentioning. However, a knight does not break the rules with force, and an immortal does not break the law with Tao." Under the white porcelain gauze, the man didn't even have a sword and walked away.
But the fragments of the dream that had been entangled day and night were connected in series. He stared for a long time, and finally his eyes fell on the person who accidentally fell asleep leaning on the table.
The word "xian" was what the late emperor meant when the country was just and wronged, but the only child left behind only got this word.
"——"
Su Xizhi walked through more than half of the beam. This time in the chess game, he found Ke Zhu Mingzhu, and he was finally found.
Even if they respect him, fear him or hate him and admonish him today, it will not be worth his eternal merits.
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A very middle-aged and self-centered author, a very middle-aged and handsome story.
Intention: Worry first when the world is worried, then be happy when the world is happy