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One move turns into a mistake, and twenty years of spring and autumn will end in trouble.
In this life, I don't know happiness, I don't know the world, I don't know love, and I don't know who to live for. By Qiu Fengyang's side, from childhood to adulthood, the Yan Ming Palace was only a hundred miles away, the blue-clad Lingshu and the black-clad adoptive father were all his. He only knew that he was a chess piece under his adoptive father, and the sword in his hand was wielded only for his adoptive father. Even if the world is full of blood, he will not regret it.
If he hadn't met the man in white, his blood-stained hands might have led him astray.
Along the way, the mystery of his life experience gradually came to light, but he faced the biggest choice in his life. When the people who have been by his side finally slowly unfold the plot set for him, will he love or hate...
"Feng Yang, one day, I want you to smile with me and see the world, all in the palm of your hand."
——The man named Min Qingshui said with a smile.
Looking back, I saw him surging with the wind, blowing the blue clouds with his sleeves, and making white snow with his sword.
When he looked up, he saw that he was doing all his tricks, strategizing, and chatting and laughing for a moment.
One flower, one leaf, one world, one plant, one tree, one floating life.
Let's look at how many scheming efforts have been used in the country.
It's a complicated and confusing scene, just because there is a play within the play.
Asking with a smile how much love and hate are entangled, and how much true meaning there is.
Drunk and lying in my hometown of Huayin, many stories follow the wind.
Right and wrong are all empty. I wish I could hold the sword in my hand and have no resentment.