One night she was the high-ranking legitimate daughter of the general's palace, and the next night she became a corpse about to be destroyed. The whole family had no choice but to rub oil on their soles.
The little prince, who was still well-dressed and well-fed last night, just watched the moon and listened to a bedtime story. Someone in the palace rebelled, and they succeeded. He had no choice but to run away.
Many years later, both of them became disciples of the former martial arts leader, looked down on the secular world, and wandered around the world. However, as time went by, their memories of their youth were involved and fluctuated, and it turned out that such a wide net had been cast.
It's time to find out the rat behind it.
I had never been involved in the secular world, but I finally stepped into the mortal world. I originally wanted to go my own way, but the typhoon on the Moon Tower was strong, and the people around me never left. My thoughts drifted away, and I laughed at the sunken scene of the Moon Tower, because I was leaning on the tower to listen to the wind and rain.
Poison-tongued arrogant × talkative little wolfdog
Concept: Fang Qing is the reflection, the sunset is leaning against the bamboo
