When Meng Xiwu, King of Yu, was conquering the Southern Qi Kingdom, he marched to an unknown mountain. It was foggy and poisonous, making it difficult for the army to move.
Meng Xiwu was bitten by a strange-looking black snake, and he suddenly had a high fever. Fortunately, he was still conscious, and the soldiers scattered around to search for herbs to detoxify the strange poison.
Suddenly a strong wind blew, and his confidants supported King Yu and hurriedly hid in a cave.
The sound of gurgling water came, and after passing through the narrow cave, my eyes suddenly opened up, and the depths of the bamboo sea were filled with steam.
The thin back of the snow is looming in the white mist, half-covered by the long black silky hair, and the exquisite butterfly bones are ready to fly.
Meng Xiwu's throat rolled violently, his eyes were scarlet, and his fingers on the mountain wall crushed the rocks into pieces.
The confidant who immediately turned around advised Meng Xiwu to take advantage of the crisis: "Even if a woman in the barren mountains is not a spirit, she is still a descendant of a barbarian tribe. She only knows the sun and moon in the mountains, but does not know anything about human beings. Why don't you, Your Majesty, take it, use it to detoxify, and bring her back to the palace to give her a title?"
Later, Meng Xiwu finally found out that the frail concubine who could not take care of herself was Lu Li, the saint of Shiwanda Mountain and the youngest daughter of the leader of the Southern Qi Kingdom.
She won his favor and the rare treasures of the Yu Palace, but she still chose to leave without looking back.
Heavy rain poured down, and Meng Xiwu personally led the black-armored guards to block the fleeing Luli in Qiucang Lake surrounded by mountains. His cold fingertips grabbed her chin and lifted up her pale and beautiful face.
"Are you still running?" His voice was colder than Leng Yu.
Male, not female C
Copy published on 11/07/2022 (screenshot taken)
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