The misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River is rouge-colored, and there is a fuss among the brocades. He is talking about the third young master of the Shen family, Shen Muchiu. A pair of sparkling eyes with love, a pair of charming and passionate smiles, a pair of pink cheeks that can't differentiate between male and female, and a pair of rouge lips as bright as peach and plum.
The gold and iron horses spilled blood, and they were half soldiers and half confused. The young general became famous in one battle; the rain of swords, guns and swords made him a god of war. Chu Yue was crowned king with his illustrious military exploits at a young age.
Chu Yue would not have thought that he would be impressed by the beauty of Jiangnan after just one trip to the south of the Yangtze River. The scenery was beautiful and the people were even more beautiful. From then on, he lost his heart.
Shen Muchiu didn't expect that he would fall in love with a man. When I first met Chu Yue, the man came dressed in red clothes.
His broad shoulders, forbearing and deep eyes, and the heroic aura all over his body fascinated him deeply.