Go Down the Mountain

"Ruyi" is being updated: Men don't need two knives to kill dogs, everyone is welcome to check out the column! Lin Ruyi, the daughter of an academician, has the heart to help the country, eliminate shortcomings and innovate, but she is trapped in her female body, tired of her appearance, and trapped in the deep palace. Talent is overshadowed by beauty, reputation is tortured by romance. On the eve of the fall of the country, this frail woman who had been imprisoned in the palace for nearly ten years stood in the Golden Palace in plain clothes. In front of her was her old love, who was more prosperous, and behind her was her new love who had just been wiped on her neck and was still cold. She held the scarlet-stained sharp blade and walked forward step by step, "Although my name is Ruyi, everything in my life has been unsatisfactory. If you still miss our old relationship, can you promise me a promise?" The man, whose eyes were filled with lust and struggle, finally sighed and said, "I can give you anything except my life." After getting this answer, there was no disappointment on Lin Ruyi's face. She threw the sharp knife aside, touched the face that still had the same old look, and rubbed his neck with a smile, "I know you don't want to give me your life, so..." The man pushed away the warm fragrant jade in his arms and leaned his shaky body against the golden pillar with a coiled dragon on the side. Although he immediately held his breath, his vision was still getting blurry. In the shaky field of vision, I saw the woman picking up the sharp knife on the ground and approaching step by step. Finally, a chill passed through her throat, and what was even colder than this was her voice: "I will take your life myself." Copywriting of this article: In the thirteenth year of Zhenyuan, Biyun Mountain. Ji Yu, the Princess of Shenxiao who went by the pseudonym Hengbo, carried her sword down the mountain, taking with her a baggage, a broken knife stained with blood, a wooden box that had not seen the light of day for more than ten years, and a sword also called Hengbo. At the same time, a letter that read "Yu'er came down the mountain, pointing his sword at Yujing" also flew to the quiet northwest border in the spring breeze. Half a month later, Jiangnan. A hand as white as cold jade reached out of the fence. Shen Guitang, who was in Beijing to take the exam, felt the direction of the wind and lightly curled his lips: "The northwest wind has begun to make a noise. It's time for us to set off. Don't let our old friend wait too long." Behind the blood-stained broken knife are the grievances and grievances that have been buried for several years between the Jianghu factions. The old wooden box contains the secrets of history under the bones of dynasty changes. The letter with a few words ignited the bone-gnawing and blood-burning flames of war in the bitter cold frontier. The encounter between the desperate orphan and the Zhennan Rakshasa is the most unexpected story in the spring scenery of Jiangnan. From then on, the bright moon fell forever, the sky disappeared, the yellow sand rolled up with white jade, and the evil ghost held up the flowers and smiled: "The show has begun, everyone is invited to enjoy it." Small theater: Young Master: He can't keep her, just like the picturesque Jiangnan can never keep Xifu Haitang. Wen Tinglan: Shenxiao and I were childhood sweethearts. Shen Guitang: Even if she has a fiancé, I will admit it. Interview: How did Miss Ji win the hearts of three outstanding men? Hengbo: ... I'm just an ordinary enthusiastic citizen. Appearance: A kendo genius who has been sharpening his sword for more than ten years Essence: Brainless × unhappy ———————————— Character judgments have been issued so far: Ruan Wangshu: The heart is brighter than the moon, the body is shaking like a rock, and the soul is cut off by the knife, but quietly. Ji Jin: Advance and grant Fu Ding longevity, and withdraw the loyalty of all ministers. I have a thin coffin and a lonely tomb, but I have countless worries. Yanran × Xiao Huaian: The courtyard is full of fragrance, the beauty is fragrant, and the beautiful face is blushing in the mirror. Last night's frost penetrated my heart, and it was hard to shake the broken sword. Soup, soup, two lines of clear tears from the mandarin ducks. Intention: After all the hardships, happiness comes