Wu Sangui is dead.
Opening his eyes, he saw in the bronze mirror an alluring face, with his body covered in light gauze.
The old madam was beating the gong outside: "Miss Yuanyuan, Mr. Li is booking the venue tonight, so you can't neglect it!"
Wu Sangui was silent for a moment and pulled out the hairpin.
——I have led soldiers for thirty years, but I have never had a drink with you.
At the same time, Ningyuan City was thousands of miles away.
A "man" picked up half a broken knife from the ruins, his eyes as calm as a pool of deep water.
She knew how to keep Wu Sangui alive.
But he didn't know the way she wanted him to live, and the way he wanted to live himself——
Not the same thing.
Intention: Wu Sangui realized after sitting on the courtesan's embroidered couch: the "beauties" who are being fought over by the world never have any right to choose. It was only when Chen Yuanyuan put on the general's armor that she could see clearly: Behind those "outrageous" arrogance, there were many people who had sacrificed their lives to fill the road.