He was the emperor of the Northern Song Dynasty who was more than ten thousand people, with a thin golden stroke coming out of the scabbard, and a graceful blue bird looking at the painting.
He was originally a crane in the wind and snow, but fate took advantage of him. He was dressed in royal robes and had an empire, blocking his leisurely mind and tying up his freedom.
The mountains and rivers were shattered, and that man came walking through the snow with his golden sword. Once the beacon smoke rose, he was imprisoned for ten years. He thought he would suffer all kinds of torture in order to survive for a moment. He thought that the man hated him or was ambitious, so he destroyed his country.
Never thought, if destruction is love, care is love, entanglement is love, obsession is love, how should he face this strong persistence?
"Aduan, you can't run away from me..." The man was gentle and gentle. Has his heart in Bianliang finally moved?
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