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That year on the border of Beiliang, war was raging and the land was desolate. Everything they saw was bloody. The king of Zhenbei and his wife fell in a pool of blood one after another. Before they died, they left their only daughter to Feng Xian. He was fourteen years old that year and was the most admired young general among the people of Beiliang.
When he first went to Linxian Mountain to pick up Huajiao, she was a soft ball and smiled at him. The little general who was admired by everyone didn't even know where to put his hands.
Later, there was a little girl in the general's house, and a lot of big men spoke in a low voice, for fear that the general would blame her if she got angry.
After all, it's not the first time, humble./Spread your hands
Intention: No matter whether the future is bright or the scenery is unlimited, happiness is only with you.
