The Phoenix's Call

Literary version: Women are foolish and weak, lost in tender fantasies. Lu Jiulang is an expert at sweet-talking them, and has won the support of countless women. Until a long blade, brimming with murderous intent, came crashing down, shattering his arrogance and delusions. A thousand miles of flying sand, smoke rising to the heavens and filling his heart: a young man marches off to war. When two mighty forces meet, who will belong to whom? The gray wolf pursues the crimson phoenix. Love is a battle of binding and strangling with everything you have. You are mine to conquer. ----------Less literary version---------------------------------- Years after they parted, Lu Jiulang was still striking and sharp, his presence more formidable than ever. His words pressed in on her. “You see an old acquaintance and can’t even be bothered to say a word?” Han Mingzheng didn’t know what to say. After a long pause, she finally replied, “General Lu, it’s been a long time.” Lu Jiulang’s expression was inscrutable. He suddenly gave a derisive laugh. “Back then, I let you order me around. When did I ever deserve to be called General Lu?” Han Mingzheng fell silent. The palace walls stretched high above them, and the long night was quiet. Lu Jiulang seemed to be talking to himself. “You came to Chang’an at the wrong time. You should have waited until I became a first-rank official, second to none in all the land, ” Han Mingzheng replied with a trace of mockery, “So I could witness General Lu’s glory, be humiliated by you, and regret everything?” Lu Jiulang was quiet for a moment. “When that day comes, if I ask the Han family for your hand, will you say yes?” A sudden ache rose in Han Mingzheng’s heart. It was a long time before she answered, “No.” The heroine is genuinely strong, and the hero is genuinely a scumbag. Two powerful people hunt each other, loving and loathing as they go. This hero is more complicated than Xiao Zuo, and he is no good person. If that’s not your thing, please drop the story. You don’t need to tell me. My humble thanks. Theme: An ancient soldier’s march