Bizespring Water Sencha

Li Chengze had tasted the poison. It was extremely bitter, mixed with Xie Bian's blood, but it had a hint of sweetness on the tip of his tongue. He looked at those eyes, which were every inch gray, broken in the dark prison with the fastest sword in Kyoto; swallowed up by the splendid prison without any bones left. When he opened his eyes again, Fan Xian was standing at the other end of the poetry meeting, and Xie Bian beside him was intact. Li Chengze played with the beautiful ring and looked at the silent swordsman: "Xie Bi'an, whoever wants to sit on this throne can sit on it." He kicked off his shoes, stepped on Xie Bian's chest with his bare feet, and smiled wildly: "You have changed this day for me, let's go see Chunman Garden." Xie Bian's eyes darkened, he grabbed the ankle, lowered his head and pressed a kiss on the red mole. "Yes, Your Highness." The intention: to break free from the shackles of feudal imperial power and find freedom and emotional destination in a desperate situation.