The young general Song Yixiao returned to the court through the snow, his shoulder armor was scarred like blood, but under his sable cloak was an illegal black iron war robe.
"I want you to live to see He Qing Haiyan..." Before the bloody letter from the prison was finished, news came from the northern border that the Xuan Jia Army was dead. At the heart of the blood-soaked shirt, half a plum-scented white crane seal was nailed
Intention: I love you