"Women are strong and men are weak, and literature is about to fall off the horse." The pavilion master who is poisoned, sick, but ruthless, and the female general who is strong in martial arts but does not understand the charms, the pavilion master is ogling the blind man every day.
There are three thousand miles of Red Sand Road, and Helian has the final say.
When these words reached the ears of those noble officials in the Central Plains, most of them would probably twirling their beards and say with a smile, "You are a lowly man from the border, why should I care about him?" But this king with a different surname was not sealed by the Jinluan Palace, but was killed by the Helian family inch by inch from the yellow sand, the edge of the knife, and the cracks of the imperial court.
The cool land is dry, with no water for hundreds of miles, no rivers for thousands of miles, and no rain for three years. Huangsha swallows the city wall, and the Great Wall is built with bones. In this world, the living drink blood and the dead feed sand.
The Helian family in Anxi held water as king and cast iron as law. Jiedushi Heliange had two sons - Chao and Huai. One is engraved with a curse engraved with drought, and the other is engraved with false compassion.
Everyone in the Helian family has reverse scales in their bones. Grandpa held out the water, and Dad held the knife. Now it was He Lianhuai's turn. He smiled, lowered his head and took a sip of Yuqian Longjing, which came from the south of the Yangtze River and was transported quickly with ice. He wanted to play something different.
For example, how could he lose the century-old foundation of the Helian family and the thousands of miles of culverts to a female bandit who snatched him back?
It also made her feel that she was the powerful one.
Intention: Leave the grass on the original land, and it will flourish with each passing year.