[Advance collection] "Ripples of Light Surge into Song" (formerly known as "Xiao Xia") please see the column for details
[The author shows off his cards, and as he writes, he finds that he is not very slow to gain traction]
Ji Yuan, a completely color-blind girl, is the last hope of the late crown prince's remnant party. She is tasked with stealing the "Ten Thousand Miles of Mountains and Rivers" map to find treasures and assassinating the future prince Fei Liangchen. Chen Shuangli, a young man full of mystery, volunteered to prepare a knife for her and promised to cure her eyes, but Ji Yuan gave up the job.
Because she thought Fei Liangchen was mentally ill.
Knowing that she wanted to kill him, he still fed him snacks, gave him clothes, secretly hid her paintings, and read her name in his dreams.
Fei Liangchen knew that Ji Yuan could not see the road clearly at night, so he held her hand and went home every night.
Finally one day, Ji Yuan said: "Well... Actually, I didn't intend to kill you at first."
Fei Liangchen smiled evilly: "I know you can't let me go."
Ji Yuan confessed: "I'm not killing you, I'm trying to kill you off from your descendants."
Fei Liangchen's eyes turned cold and he pinched her chin: "Would you like to try it?"
Ji Yuan, a cold-faced and heroic mission machine
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[Must-read for viewing the article]:
1. A Machiavellian group portrait that tells the story of two generations of a country from the perspective of the protagonist.
2. 1V1, the male protagonist is Liangchen, the great devil in the world.
3. This is a writing practice. Any suggestions and corrections are welcome if there are any immature parts.
3. Overhead/slow-heat/slight martial arts elements.
The copy of "The Waves of Light Emerge as a Song" is available in advance for the next book:
The essence of this article is that two gentle people are in love.
Qinghe, the second young master of the Wentian Sect of the Xia Zhe sect, is six years old.
When Fu Qinghe was still a baby, she could not walk yet and was thrown on the street by her father. The young master, who was young at heart, rode past her and stopped beside her. So Fu Qinghe had her first master, who taught her neither internal skills nor martial arts, but taught her how to walk.
"Stand still, when you grow up in the future, walk to Jinling and find me."
Fu Qinghe asked: "Don't you want me too?"
The young man's eyes were as bright as frost and snow, and his laughter was as loud as the spring breeze. He said something pitiful.
Later, the Canglang Army invaded and Jinling fell. The Wentian Sect vowed to guard the city gate, and the entire sect made blood sacrifices to the mountains and rivers. From then on, Fu Qinghe never saw the second young master again.
Ten years passed by. In order to survive in the troubled times, she suppressed the mental illness that had grown uncontrollably over the years and joined the Wave Light Pavilion, the secret organization of the Holy Saint, and became a nameless assassin. On the first day of taking office, his immediate boss Duan Weiran came to pick people from the freshmen.
Fu Qinghe was far away from him at that time, thinking that he was just like the rumors. Although he had a handsome face, he behaved in a sloppy manner, played with the world, and regarded human life as nothing.
Only when he got closer did he realize that what Duan Weiran was stepping on was not bones, but the mountains and rivers that Wentian Sect swore to defend for all ages; what he was guarding was not the Assassin's Creed, but the heroic soul of the knight.
He was the real little master. He looked at Qing He and smiled lightly.
"Xiao Qinghe, are you still willing to believe in Master?"
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