The mountains and rivers are stained with blood, and the drums and horns are shouting.
The real power of Jingguo was in the hands of the six ministers.
There is a weak king in the royal city, and there are frustrated female generals on the border.
They endured humiliation and dirt in the cracks and struggled to survive.
One does not hesitate to destroy his own body, and the other does not care about his posthumous reputation.
Changli endured for three years and finally returned victorious.
After being poured down countless glasses of liquor by his subordinates, he briefly lost his true nature.
When she returned to the room, she saw a pretty girl with eyebrows as distant as mountains and eyes as bright as stars. She thought it was a gift from her subordinates to reward her after she won the victory.
At that time, Chang Li, with drunken eyes and twitching his fingers, ordered this thin, frail young man to undress and undress him.
The pretty boy lingered and refused to go.
Chang Li stretched out his arms and hugged the pretty boy.
Although he was dissatisfied that this pretty boy had no flesh on his body, he still covered his lips and coughed a few times...
But those smiling eyebrows and eyes just touched her heart.
Until the moment when the pretty boy was about to be eaten clean by her, he slowly announced his name.
"Shen Changli, I am - Jing Xingzhi."
Purpose: The sword points to the country and the people.