Yingluo, a saint from the Moon Worship Sect, was immersed in strange poisons in her muscles and bones, and was reborn in Nirvana. However, her fate did not allow her to be ordinary. After the worshiping sect was destroyed, she fell into the hands of King Ding, the bravest, most ruthless and ruthless King of the Yan Kingdom. He wanted to conquer the city, but he didn't want her to steal his heart.
The peach blossoms bloomed in the wind. He smiled and hugged her while sitting under the peach blossom tree. "What is our relationship? I never want to be separated from you."
He held her fingers tightly and said word by word: "Yingluo, I don't know what you are thinking. No one knows - I, Chu Ge, even gave you my life!"
The saint's fate of premature death, the loss of a legitimate son, the tragedy of losing a son... She was like frost on the eaves and the moon by the window, so beautiful, but destined not to last long. If he had not met her in this life, he would have become a powerful figure, and if she had not met him, she would have been able to live a stable life. The word "fate" has no explanation.