Her name is Mo Xian.
The first time I met Zhao Xuan was in the backyard of the most shabby brothel in Xuanping City. The poor-quality rouge rubbed a stunning color on her face. The old madam pushed her up and played a piece of music for the young general who had just won the battle.
The string is broken. The tip of the sword dug into the wall behind her.
He only left one sentence before leaving:
"It's just the same as the woman before."
She thought her life was over.
Later, he kicked open the door, pulled her out from the blood on the ground, and asked her, "Are you still here?"
"I had nowhere to go," she said.
He was silent for a long time and said, "Then come with me."
The year she learned to hold a knife from him in the military camp was the warmest year in her life.
Until that battle, he reined in his horse and turned back in the distance, with thousands of remaining soldiers behind him.
He didn't come back.
In the deserted house in the capital of Dashuo, she played the piano.
That night, the person who stopped when he heard the sound of her piano was the third prince of Dashuo, Shen Qiu.
She helped him ascend to the throne.
He gave her a name, an ancestral temple, a crown, and the words: "I love you."
She believed what he said was true.
She also knew that this did not prevent him from continuing to count her the next day.
Some people say that she is an abandoned child who was thrown out of a brothel.
Some people say that she is an unknown musician in General Jozhao's tent.
Some people say that she is the empress of Dashuo who is unparalleled in the world.
Only she knows.
From the beginning, she was playing a big game for herself.
[Two male protagonists, Shura Field, 1v2, sweet and savory]
Intention: Long live the name, lonely things behind you
