It is always said in the world that the owner of the Peony Sword must be infatuated and gentle. Otherwise, how can we explain the emotions that arise with every move? But in this weird world, there has never been anyone as white as white jade, Lu Xuan thought. Every time he looked at the geese returning south, the king of Northern Xinjiang would always think of that murderous afternoon, when blood flowed like a spider web, and everyone was beheaded one by one like a bunch of grass. Only the poignant beauty of a yellow dress was the purest glimpse he had ever seen in his life.
In Lu Xuan's view, a beautiful beginning will always end quietly due to inevitable accidents. Fu Zi should also be an indispensable part of the law. She can only prove that Lu Xuan's miserable life is destined. But it seemed that starting from Fu Zi's sword, Lu Xuan's life seemed to have fallen into a honeypot.
Two completely different people, brought together by fate, will suffer from the manipulation of fate.
One is a stupid and thin person from Northern Xinjiang, and the other is a rich man in the country of Shangzhu.
One suffered from bullying and loss, while the other enjoyed all the glory.
Bai Shoumo deceived each other. When Lu Xuan's sword pierced Fu Zi's chest, he only felt endless loneliness and fear. Was the countless times of grinding against each other deliberate? Is what I have endured the weight of life that I should have endured? How much sincerity is there in the sword manual that is full of poetry and love?
But in the face of death, only flying snow froze everything.
Lu Xuan thought whether those purple eyes and loveless smile were just Fu Zi teasing him again.
Maybe this time, the peonies won't be in full bloom either…
Concept: Flowers should bloom in good seasons