Gu Jinyu is the sharpest sword in Qianlan. One person can defeat thousands of troops, but she never takes orders from anyone.
Gu Ci: "Why fear death? My life alone is not enough to threaten me in doing things."
Gu Ci: "I can be your sharpest sword and remove all obstacles for you."
Jiang Zimu has been deprived of freedom since he was six years old. He is imprisoned in this courtyard, waiting for the opportunity of revenge. An emotionless person played a huge game of chess.
Jiang Xun: "How can people who climbed up from hell have so-called feelings? Don't be sentimental. You are just my sword. From the beginning to the end, I only use you, and there is no so-called love. If one day you betray me, I will still get rid of you without hesitation."
Gu Ci: "I use myself as a bargaining chip to enter the game and block this huge game of chess."
Jiang Xun: "You have no regrets when you make a move. If something becomes rusty and dull, it should be thrown away."
She put down the sword she had given her, not unwillingly, but tears filled her eyes.
She was guarding this empty city all by herself, facing the cavalry that stretched thousands of miles away, without any fear in her eyes, just to protect her.
In the end, he died and no bones were left.
She searched for her like crazy, and everything she had ever gained would become boring after losing her...
When she found out that she had faked her death, her eyes were full of joy and a hundredfold treasure. Even if she is here to seize her throne, even if she is the target of her sword.
Jiang Xun: "I thought I had the overall situation, but I still can't protect you..."
Gu Ci: "You have to believe that some people live just for you."
"I'm back, Your Majesty."
Intention: We are all living hard in this dark world, waiting for the salvation of a ray of light