In the tenth year of Daqing Xiangyou, Zhang Jiashu stepped into Yong'an City alone.
A son of a wealthy family who left the land where he was born and raised in panic, finally returned.
"Why come back?"
"It's hard to disobey my father's orders, but I should always know what happened back then."
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The court affairs are over, let's ride on to the rivers and lakes!
"I'm leaving Beijing tomorrow." Zhang Jiashu pretended to be calm, but turned his head to the other side, feeling a little embarrassed. The fingers of the hand holding the sword moved slightly, but after all, he still didn't ask the second half of the question.
After the man heard this, a trace of affection flashed across his usually calm face, and he was seen bowing his head.
"Shuo has been away from the mountain gate for a long time, but the world is not peaceful. He is unable to return because of his shallow martial arts and homesickness. I wonder if Mr. Zhang would be willing to take care of him?"
While Yu Guan was being helped up, he seemed to inadvertently push back the opponent's half-unsheathed long sword.
GB text, please be careful if you enter.
Thanks to Nuanyang for the cover, I really like it!