In the autumn of August of the eleventh year of Qingyuan, such a noble man lived in Jianjing City. Like an iron spoon, he raised the pot of boiling water in Jianjing without any warning. The boiling water did not stop, and he was also scalded.
+++++++ In Jianjing City, he had too many special needs, but he understood that he was a shield, protecting the royal power from cold arrows. He was unwilling to become the puppet of the powerful, so he wanted to break this dream of wealth, but he was powerless.
++++++ Waiting for the sword to sing quietly in the box, seeing that the mountain rain is about to come, there is a dream in the Zhulou, please take charge of it.
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+++++++ A conspiracy based on words and a misunderstanding revealed the secrets of the family, for the sake of flesh and blood love. It may be true that people's hearts are unpredictable, but it cannot be determined by speculation.
+++++++ "A strange storm arises, and love arises at the same time. The moon is slumped and bright, and it turns out that luck is clumsy."
+++++++When a noble son of a noble family met an ambitious young man from a noble family, he planned his game. He was willing to abandon his title and marquis to protect him. The chessboard shattered itself, making it confusing...
Intention: The moon does not change its light, and the sword does not change its strength.