In the spring of the 16th year of Jianye's reign, the city of Yanjin was destroyed. Wen Si panicked and fell in front of Zhao Huaizhou's horse.
He should have been flying by without looking back, but for some reason, he subconsciously tightened the reins.
The horse suddenly jumped up and roared, and he accidentally caught a glimpse of Wen Si's face——
Under the horse's hooves, she looked up at him timidly, with tears in her eyes. A few strands of broken hair were scattered around the temples, but they could not cover the fair and exquisite face.
Later, when Zhao Huaizhou thought about it, he could not help but sneer: He should have let the horse ride over him in the first place!
But when Wen Si actually held the sword towards him, he couldn't help but think: She is so delicate, but she must not be unable to hold the sword steady and hurt herself.
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"Yu people believe in fate, and they are assigned their horoscopes as soon as they are born. Weddings, funerals, big and small events all have to be timed," Wen Si slowly wiped the dagger in her hand, her beautiful eyes reflected on the blade, tilted her head and said with a smile, "But I don't believe it."
"People say that the flowers in Luoyang are like brocade, but spring will not come when I arrive."
Then kill the spring scenery with your own hands.
Concept: There are many beauties, but so are the mountains and rivers.
