[Double strong CP · Machiavellian revenge · Identity mystery · Two-way secret love · Ultimate OE aesthetics]
He is the sharpest sword in the Jinzhao Kingdom and has great military achievements, but he is wearing shackles and does not know that he is the fallen prince of the enemy country.
She is a little medical girl who lives on the frontier. She harbors a blood feud and hides in hiding, only to kill her enemies in the palace with her bare hands.
At a border temple fair, she discovered the true appearance of a mysterious swordsman and learned the art from his master. Little did she know that the person in front of her was the cold-faced general who made her feel slightly moved.
Going to the battlefield together, sharing life and death, she glimpsed the mystery of his identity in the blood and fire, and he fell under her perseverance while guarding.
After returning home in triumph, the situation suddenly changed.
The new emperor extended an olive branch to her, and in order to take revenge, she put on a mask and agreed to the phoenix crown.
The princess tore off the disguise of the little white rabbit and resisted the marriage in public, revealing a shocking conspiracy.
And he finally remembered the blood feud.
On the eve of the wedding, he and she each picked up their swords and walked into the abyss.
She burned all the enemies with fire, and the golden cicada escaped from its shell.
He was buried in flames and died to apologize.
Identities are misplaced, love and hate are intertwined.
Who can really escape from this disaster in the name of Jin Zhao?
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In the night market, the lights are bright, the crowds are flowing, the cries, laughter, and the lively sound of gongs and drums, all kinds of people gather here, savoring the various aspects of the world.
But the back figure lingered in her eyes. She saw the young man looking back, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, his long eyelashes shining like stars, and the girl's mind recalled a poem she heard by chance.
"The crowd looked for him thousands of times, but suddenly I looked back, and there he was, in a dimly lit place."
The scene in front of me became concrete...
Watch the time quietly, waiting for the fleeting years
Yi Shui people go, the bright moon is like frost
Intention: growth
