She was originally a royal nobleman, and he was a hero in troubled times. The unstoppable torrent of Xinhai finally overturned their fate. National hatred, family hatred. Family affection, love. How to choose?
——The carriage drove out from the side door. The coachman raised his whip and hit the horse on the buttocks. The horse felt pain and immediately spread its hooves. The carriage turned a corner and entered the street. Xian Yuecai frowned slightly, and Shi Zheng stood beside him with sharp eyes and shouted: "Uncle Zhang, please slow down, don't hit the pedestrians." Uncle Zhang said: "Don't worry, Princess and girl, there are no people on the street." Having said that, the reins in his hands were loosened, the carriage slowed down, and the sound of hoofbeats gradually slowed down, and it was not urgent or slow. Xian Yue slightly lifted the corner of the felt curtain, and sure enough she saw that there were few pedestrians on the street, and the shops on both sides were deserted and deserted. It was not like the hustle and bustle of people in the twelfth lunar month of previous years. Shi Zheng let out a sigh and said, "The Chinese New Year is almost here. Why aren't everyone busy buying new year's goods?" The gray mass looked like the ink that Xian Yue usually used in his writing. He couldn't help but stick out his tongue: "No, I'm just afraid it's going to snow." Xian Yue smiled slightly, put down the curtain, and closed the gilded incense hand cover in his hand.