Huaizhu

[Delicate work of destroying the flower girl with a delicate hand × decisive general in killing] When Qi Yun saw Shen Huaizhu for the first time, he felt that she was weak and thin. In this troubled world, she was like a warm flower that could not be destroyed by the raging wind and rain. But he didn't think he would be soft-hearted towards her. A self-reliant princess who supported her own troops and separated herself from one side had no reason to move the chess pieces back since she took the initiative to join his game. So he took her with him, through the smoke and the sea of ​​corpses, and followed a bumpy road. Fortunately, the flower was not as fragile as he imagined. After being watered by blood rain several times, it bloomed more and more beautifully. He thought, maybe he could take the chess piece out of the game, accept the flower, and protect it for the rest of his life. He thought so, and he did so. But until that day, the golden magpie door was broken, and the sharp edge pierced his back, and the gentle brows in the past came into view, showing a coldness and indifference that he had never seen before. He fell in the blood and watched her standing high on the horse's head, gradually disappearing into the flying dust. She said: "See you later." It turned out that it was not a delicate flower, but a sharp knife. – Thrown into the dark days and nights of Qingya Valley, Shen Huaizhu recalled countless times the way he looked at her when she betrayed Qi Yun. So pitiful, so unbelievable. Warm and sticky blood splashed on the back of her hand along the sharp blade. With a stern look on her face, she drew the knife with trembling hands and snatched the weapon talisman from his arms. He offered no resistance and collapsed in a pool of blood. Shen Huaizhu did not dare to look back at him, so he lied to the Lord about the arrival of his own soldiers and earned him a chance of survival. She didn't regret it, even though he would hate her. After that, Shen Huaizhu finally got free and dragged his sick body to avoid being pursued by his former master. In a panic, she stepped on the air and rolled into the foot of a patrol in a certain military camp. She was pressed in front of the general, raised her head, and met the familiar yet unfamiliar eyes that only appeared in her memories over the years. The man stared at her coldly, called her name word by word, and gritted his teeth: "How dare you come back." Shen Huaizhu looked at the sky and smiled bitterly, what a bad fate, it really is a bad fate. – Reading guide: 1. 1V1 SC HE 2. Make assumptions, do not examine evidence 3. All plots serve emotions _ Copywriting of "Tongzhouji": – An orphan girl who bears hatred and endures × a defiant boy who grows up for love –Youth friendship and two-way secret love The Shun'an Marquis Mansion was framed by the Prime Minister's Mansion, and the whole family was executed. The only daughter in the family, Ji Yao, was saved by the Queen Mother. After breaking into the slave registration, she escaped at night and was killed by the gangsters. The people didn't know whether to laugh or sigh, and they had no idea that the person standing in front of them was clearly Ji Yao, whose appearance had not changed, except for the extra mark of Feng Yu between her eyebrows, which did not originally belong to her. Even Ji Yao found it ridiculous. That night, she received a long finger, a drop of blood between her eyebrows, and a yellow talisman. The mark she made quietly made it impossible for anyone to recognize her. They only knew that she was the maid of the prime minister's house, A Tan—— She entered the Prime Minister's Mansion openly and planned to kill Prime Minister Xue to avenge the Ji family. Unexpectedly, she was placed next to Xue Cinian, the spirited young man who once drank a bowl of wine with her in the snow and called her by her nickname. _ After the entire Shun'an Marquis was imprisoned, Xue Cinian knelt in the rain all night. When it was getting dark, his father sent someone to ask him why. Why? He raised his eyes with difficulty in the rain, and looked at the powerful figure in the window through the heavy rain curtain. Maybe it was the bowl of sweet wine in the deep winter snow that was scalding to the heart, or maybe it was the unique New Year's greetings on the gold and red strips, or maybe it was the boat on the stars and the fireflies in the mountains and rivers. Her eyes were serious, and she said softly and firmly: "Xue Cinian, you are really good." He knelt down and knelt on the ground, blood staining the stone steps. He didn't say why, he just said: "Please father." No one answered him. Until he fell out of strength and fell in the rain. In his hazy state, he saw his father stopping beside him and looking down at him, "If you can get the gift of a holy listener, why bother begging me?" Later, as his father said, his power was well-established and his career was about to flourish. Once again he went to Silver Lake. It was a quiet night, with a slanting wind and drizzle. The stars were once shining over the moon, and the wanton young man who was surrounded by crowds was lonely. He sat alone under the boat, covered with damp rain and mist. He raised his face, looking at the dark and quiet things around him, and said softly: "But Ji Yao, there is no light tonight." _ Make a name for her, climb mountains for her. – Intention: This place of peace of mind is my hometown.