Snow Covered Bow and Knife

"Sending a concubine to stabilize the country for the rest of her life, I don't know where to use a general." Tang Fuyi was forced to put on red makeup and marry Bei Xiao. What waited for her on their wedding night was the old emperor's already cold corpse. Treason, regicide, an extremely absurd slander, Tang Fuyi was imprisoned, but he never thought that he would see the light of day again. On the day he was released from prison, it was the New Year's Eve and there was heavy snowfall. Su Daoan hugged a fox fur and hid behind a stone pillar not far from the dungeon door and waved to her. The fox fur was opened, and inside was a red plum with some broken snow. - The red plums are solitary and untainted by dust. If they were scattered in the mud and stepped on again, it would be a completely different scene. Tang Fuyi thought that everyone should suffer. - But later, when the sky was vast and the earth was boundless, when she walked on the snow, she could no longer find the red plum tree from back then. - Some people live in temples, and some guard rivers and mountains. When it was over, I brushed off my clothes and saw that my bow and sword were covered with heavy snow. Food guide: 1. There is a crematorium; 2. The love line is slow to heat up, but the growth line is strong; 3. A mixture of sweetness and abuse, he; 4. Overhead background, lots of private settings. - Column "Full-automatic trouble-making machine in the competition circle [e-sports]" - The female protagonist has no cp group portrait e-sports article, please pre-accept it~ Copywriting: Group portrait/love/dream/freedom/growth/love There is such a legend circulating in the DOME professional e-sports circle—— The moon is dark and the wind is high, and the devil boy comes to the world. Wen Neng's variety show broadcast live chats with Confucian scholars, and Wu Neng's battles with madmen in the stairwell; He can split the bed board with his bare hands, and he can poop and block the toilet at the bottom; Tear up the transcript with your hands, step on it... "Stop, stop, stop!" "It was my fault for the fight, but the following things are beyond my control. Why do I have to put them on my resume?" Fang Jiting screamed helplessly while holding the "charge" sheet. "What an injustice! Master Qingtang!" - Fang Jiting - a fully automatic racing machine that causes trouble. With his "outstanding performance" in his former team and his "brilliant record" in the youth training camp, he successfully turned himself into a glorious free agent. -What is a free man? -Hmm... It's just that no team wants - people. But she wasn't selected by the team, but it wasn't entirely because of those insignificant fights. At the low point of the Assassin's career, the former main output player was once reduced to a regular support player in many teams. The ace players in the hands of each major team are already overwhelmed, so how can they spend so much time training a newcomer who looks ordinary? However, no one thought at that time that the little girl who was left behind would one day usher in her own era, which was also an era in the history of DOME where geniuses gathered. - What is the top of the DOME Pro League? It's ability and ambition that match each other, talent and hard work that complement each other. It was under the dome in the early morning of that day, the back of the woman once known as God was fading away, and the words she said to herself. "Kid, your assassin is really good at playing, but the mechanism and operation are just the icing on the cake. Courage and patience are the sharpest swords of the assassin." - Fang Jiting will always remember those words - she wants to climb that insurmountable mountain. Intention: When the matter is over, brush your clothes and go away, the heavy snow will cover your bow and knife.