In the twelfth year of Yongping, Lu Huai, the second son of Wu'an Hou, came to Beijing and was named as the companion of Prince Li Jingxing, but he was actually a proton.
The protégé was weak and had a beautiful body, but the little prince never looked down on him until the day he was defeated and trapped.
When he was isolated and helpless, a sharp arrow shot through the clouds and cleared the sky, dispelling the pre-dawn haze. In the dim morning light, a man in white robes and silver armor galloped from the sea of blood and stopped in front of him.
In those amber eyes, there was the majesty of thousands of troops, but also the tenderness and affection. Like an arrow piercing the clouds, it shot straight into the heart, and it could never be forgotten again.
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When Lu Huai was young, he came to Beijing alone and gathered his talents.
But when he watched the little prince being assassinated time and time again and being surrounded on all sides, he still softened his heart.
"I am the sharp sword in your hand and your indestructible backing."
After thirteen years of living and dying together, his feelings were so intense that he forgot about the cold nature of this wolf cub.
One day, the birds will be gone, the good bows will be hidden, and the good deeds will become mistakes. He was saddened by that man's ruthlessness, and even more disgusted by his own ridiculous sincerity.
In the third year after the prince ascended the throne, Lu Huai died in exile.
He thought that all his grudges and hatreds would be blown away by the wind and snow, but when he opened his eyes again, his fate was reversed and he returned to ten years ago.
This time, he held a long bow and slowly pointed the arrow at the ruthless person.
Grudges and grudges can be put aside, but love and hate are hard to put down.
"Your Highness, it's your turn in this life."
Black and white, tolerant and paranoid, attacked VS the beautiful, strong, brutal, revengeful, reborn, HE.
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