Li Shuyu remembered that snowy night.
The little girl's face was covered with blood, and she huddled in the corner of the alley, like a cat that was about to freeze to death.
She knelt down, wiped her face with her sleeve, and said venomously: "Why are you crying? Get up."
That's when the sword was broken.
Twelve years later.
Li Shuyu is the top oiran among Qianchen's drinkers, and she blows away all the romance with her jade flute.
Junwang is the governor of the current dynasty, a jade-faced Shura, who holds half of the dynasty's life and death in his hands.
The oiran and the governor met again at the court banquet. One was playing the flute in the dark, and the other was looking down from a high position.
Jun Wang was spinning a folding fan in his hand, the fan bones were cold.
She looked at Li Shuyu for a long time, and then said:
"This fan is for you."
The whole house was in an uproar.
Everyone knew that the Governor's folding fan was never left behind - it was her life.
But Li Shuyu just smiled, the ends of his eyes slightly raised:
"I'm afraid the Governor has admitted the wrong person. An courtesan cannot afford such a generous gift."
Jun Wang said nothing more.
But that night, the black figure filled with the smell of blood quietly rolled into the backyard of Qianchen Drinker.
She held a broken blade in her hand, her joints turning white.
"Jiang Li," she said hoarsely, "you lied to me."
Food guide: Qiangqiang, women disguised as men, Machiavellian tactics, micro-fantasy
Concept: Caught between power and fate, two women protect each other as mortals and fight against injustice. Love is not salvation, it is side by side.
