"Wave your hand and go, Xiao Xiao class horse singing." Before his death, Li Xiaoxiao watched the flowers in his life. He couldn't help but laugh at himself. It was really a good name that complemented himself.
Closing her eyes in the darkness, she heard shouts one after another, wanton and with the unique clear tone of a young man. In a trance, she seemed to be able to see the man raising his ponytail high and looking carefree. At first, he said in a casual and perfunctory tone, "Just do what you say," and then in an angry tone, shouting, "Li Xiaoxiao, don't push me!" In such a dream, she smiled brightly, with magnanimous pride on her face, raised her eyebrows slightly, and showed no fear on her face, and she bullied the little bully who was said to be the most generous in the capital with her temper again and again. Finally, there was his rare quietness. The young man's spirit and splendor could vaguely glimpse half of the past, but with the calmness that he lacked, he silently endured all kinds of calculations and hardships in the turbulent times of the collapse of a dynasty. Such a rare young man died in a fierce snowstorm that had not fallen in Kyoto for many years. Li Xiaoxiao survived the snowstorm, which was the last resort of the young man to save her. Li Xiaoxiao is not afraid of death, she is afraid that the life he finally prayed for for her will be let down.
General Xie, Li Xiaoxiao is not that weak. He suppressed you for many years in Shengdu. Now this wind and snow cannot suppress Li Xiaoxiao. I will not let go of anyone who killed you. It's up to me to stop this snowstorm in Kyoto.
Purpose: Friendship between family and country