＜The little girl doesn't know how to write a preface, so I'll just post the content and allow it＝＝＞
In the past few days, what the people talked about the most was not the border war with an unknown outcome, nor the emperor who was seriously ill and unable to attend court. Although some people heard rumors that the emperor was also ill and unconscious, and state affairs were neglected, but obviously this did not worry the people in Beijing too much. In this world, no matter who is in power, as long as they can live a stable life and not be precarious - what the people talk about the most and are most curious about now is the return of the man known as the God of War to Beijing more than fifty years ago.
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Luo Xing opened his eyes slightly, and his black crystal eyes shone with a cold brilliance. His thin lips curved into a shallow arc, exuding a sense of laziness. His body leaned against the cushions and stretched casually, as gracefully as a lazy leopard.
Tian Mo glanced at Luoxing and suddenly felt his mouth was dry and his heartbeat suddenly accelerated a few beats. He lowered his head unnaturally and held the sword and sword tightly in his hands to eliminate the tension in his heart.
＜This is the first time for a little girl to write a book. Please be gentle, thank you very much＝＝＞