Dunhua nine years.
Cold winter, heavy snow.
Night.
There is a mansion at the northernmost end of the west side of Royal Street. The word "Lu Mansion" is written in scarlet on the plaque on the entrance door.
Outside the door, a girl in a white gown stood holding a sword. Her waist-length hair was stained with a few thin flakes of snow.
Lu Rou's eyelashes trembled slightly and she pushed open the door.
Just for a moment, a sharp knife was pressed against her white neck.
If she advances another inch, her blood will be spilled on the Lu Mansion today.
She smiled.
"The dog Xu Qingyan raises does have a keen sense of smell."
He opened his mouth and curled his lips, not understanding how Lu Rou, who was once the prime minister's daughter and became a prisoner today, could be so arrogant as a dog.
"The winner is the king and the loser is the bandit. Miss Lu, no matter how much you talk and talk today, your Lu family of eighteen households and one hundred and eight people still have to rely on me to survive."
"Really?" Lu Rou looked at the sharp blade against her neck, with a meaningless expression on her face, and continued to move forward with the dagger.
Zhang Zhi was startled, but the blade was as sharp as a sharp edge and he had no time to withdraw it.
A stone suddenly bounced from the air and hit Zhang Zhi's thumb.
Her hand hurt, and she let go subconsciously, and the dagger fell into Fu Rou's right hand.
She curled her lips.
"Xu Qingyan. You still lost."
Intention: Think again after making an intention