Jue, a beautiful incomplete jade.
A baby cries and is buried with the announcement. Everything in the past disappears like smoke, and all that survives is a little assassin who lives an ignoble existence.
But even if there are all kinds of obstacles, he will still go to the palace, stand in the Chui Gong Hall, and seek justice for the deceased and all the people.
However, he failed miserably.
The wind and snow bent his branches, and the strong wind swept away his fine soil.
He thought his life would be like this, living in a state of confusion, but there was one person who always held his hand and refused to let go.
He said: "Since you are not happy, why don't we rebel."
You will be the emperor, you will write the history books, you will define the justice, and you will protect all the people.
Liao means burning. It is alive without destruction, and bright without destruction.
Zhong Liao × Zhao Jue
kind (chong, second tone)
[Theatre]
Liao: I have nothing left, Your Highness. From now on, I will live my life based on your expression.
Jue: ... Don't bite my calf.
Liao: Now you dislike me T∧T
Jue: Then chew it gently. You have to take Yeer to ride a horse tomorrow.
This is a sweet novel that should be light-hearted and sad (right?)
Intention: Never give up