A long time ago, the sun was just right and the spring scenery was bright. A pair of little men were trotting in the camp. One said: "Why is your father like this? Why are you taking me with you when I punish you with trotting?"
One asked in return: "Isn't it the military camp you insisted on letting me bring you to? Why do you still blame my father?"
"Don't adults ever punish other people's children? Otherwise, why would I recklessly get into trouble with you?"
"Oh, Zhou Jinhao, you are so shameless, but you miscalculated. My father is a martial artist, and he does not follow the rules of being a civil servant."
"Yes, yes, your dad is the best. I just want you to take me out to get some fresh air together just because I want you to learn those boring female celebrities. Look, isn't it much easier to do Zamabu?"
"You are the only one who has many tricks. I like to learn them."
"Forget it, Qingyun, I will hire the best embroiderer in the Yu Dynasty for you from now on. Don't waste those good fabrics anymore, hahaha."
Another child also started laughing when he thought about the strange patterns he had embroidered.
At that time, it was the best time.
Nine years later, covered in blood, she walked out of a group of dead people, raised the sword in her hand and pointed it at him, with a dull expression and bleak eyes, "Do you want me to spare your life?"
He smiled: "Yes!" I haven't helped you overturn this murderous country, and I haven't subverted this evil imperial power for you. How could I regretfully die by your sword? So, he said, "I haven't hired the best embroiderer for you yet."
He didn't dare to mention what he wanted to do for her, she would definitely say no.
Killing her enemies with her own hands is what keeps her alive.