When the grass grows and the orioles fly, the killer Qin Zong receives a secret letter, which orders him to kidnap a young lady from the south of the Yangtze River back to the desert.
No killing allowed? For the first time, the man's bloodthirsty weapon had no blood left to lick.
The frightened girl in the embroidered tent thought she was certain to die.
"How about you don't kill me?" The girl trembled, her appearance was pitiful, and she was dripping with tears.
Maybe the spring was too bright, maybe it was the dark night, the girl's middle coat was thin, and the fragrance in the tent was intoxicating. For the first time in his life, the man gave the man under the knife a chance to say, "Give me a reason."
The girl stood on the bed, looked at the pair of deep eyebrows as sharp as swords on the veil for a long time, and asked in a low voice: "Do you want a wife or not?"
Seeing that the man in black was silent, the girl grabbed the hem of her clothes and blushed so hard that she could bleed, "If it doesn't work, I can just be a maid..."
——The long sword is sheathed.
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This spring, Qin Zong, the most famous killer in the world, has never looked back on his way to becoming a qualified maid.
Qin Zong, I want a cat.
I want a horse.
I also want a bouquet of flowers.
Later, the killer held a white horse in his left hand, a red flower in his right hand, and a girl holding a cat tied to his back. He went all the way through the water pirates' nests in the south of the Yangtze River, kicked over powerful soldiers and horses in the Central Plains, burned down the bandits' camp in Mobei, and wrote the young man's clouds and rain into three thousand suns and moons and thirty thousand rivers and mountains.
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Many years later, the aged Yu Guanfei grabbed one of Qin Zong's ears with each hand, stared at that handsome face and asked fiercely: "You fell in love with me first, right?"
Qin Zong has not read Shen Congwen, otherwise he would definitely say: "I have walked on bridges in many places, seen clouds many times, drank many kinds of wine, but I have only loved one person at his best age."
Concept: Spring is so beautiful, and so is teenage love
