"Zheng——"
The blade of the sword was cold, touching the side of the man's neck. The cold light of the weapon seemed to have cut off the warmth of the afternoon, making the man's jade skin pale as if frozen.
"Who are you?"
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"Me? It's just a flower that Your Majesty is willing to condescend to enjoy, haha..." He used brisk words to express his humble status, and his words were sweet and smiling, and his bones were gentle.
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"Being pure and beautiful but not a demon?" He bit his lip with disdain and contempt, his strong jaw revealed a domineering arrogance, and the delicate flower branch in his hand was bent into a cruel shape, "A dignified man, who does not want to make achievements, only acts like a daughter, and is inferior to others. He is really worse than a eunuch."
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It's snowing heavily and it's bitingly cold. This is probably the coldest day this winter. The legs kneeling on the bluestone have long lost any feeling, and there is only the dull pain that cannot be hidden in my heart, reminding myself that as long as I am still alive in this world, I can only kneel on the ground and look up at him. Even if it's just a moment, even if it's just your back, I can stop looking up at you... Oh, it's a pity that it's not the time to be so wanton.
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Who are you? Are you my father's favorite, the actor who sacrificed your life to protect me that day, or Ran Mo who secretly looked at me when you were a child and admired me with one glance.
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Qu Linghua, lotus, smoker, or... Dyed ink.
"Me? I'm just a flower that His Majesty is willing to condescend to admire."
No matter which one I am, no matter how different I am, I am still an ant that can only lie on the ground and look up to you.
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A cup of turbid wine, two lines of clear tears, leaving only one picture, staining the country with ink.