Although she was the most beautiful and talented woman in the capital and the king of a country, Hou Xiangmo still felt that something was missing in her life.
When people in teahouses on the streets and alleys drink and clink glasses and chat when they hear people mentioning General Bai, all they can think of is:
"General Bai, you died for your country, you are a martyr!"
"Well, you are young and promising, martyr!"
The past came to mind again. The delicate and handsome girl was still dressed in white as before, with her hair tied in a bun like the man's. She was swaying a long thin sword in the bamboo forest. The bamboo leaves were falling leisurely, as if floating into her heartstrings. Hou Xiangmo took a sip of tea and put down the bamboo scroll in his hand:
"Jiang Hong, can you borrow me for an hour?"
Concept: Feng Shui takes turns, everything has cause and effect