A young man with gray eyes was imprisoned in the deep palace. The green-scaled snake on the bones of Shen Yanqing's pipa swam in the moonlit night. On the day when the hostage prince Pei Jin was ordered to enter the palace, three hundred lion-patterned knives chirped for no reason in their sheaths.
——When he blocked the hidden arrow for him, his fingertips brushed the old scar on the side of his neck: "The pattern of this arrow mark is very similar to the cloud-piercing arrow I lost when I was eighteen."
——When he put the shackles on him, the light of the sword flashed across his gray eyes: "Which brick of the Xuanwu Gate is your father's body embedded in? Do you want to dig it out with your own hands?"
The spirit of the green snake hovered in Shen Yanqing's spine every night, turning into a warm stream of light when Xiao Jin's hand came close. On the day the altar collapsed, the blood-stained bandages wrapped around their wrists, and the blood dripping from the blade turned into hatred resolved on the road to seeking power: "The jade pendant you gave me back then... Was it an amulet or a proposal?"
In the first year of Jinghe's reign in the history, the two saints came to the court. They gave memorials to Zhu Bian and Dai Chi. They reported urgent matters at the border and were both wearing armor. The green gold mist in the depths of the imperial mausoleum was ever-lasting.
——"If you want the world, I will give you the god-killing blade; if I want the human world, you will be the ruler to measure the world."
Please note:
1. Double cleansing, some settings will be explained later.
2. The author is an adult and has a well-developed brain.
3. The author's writing is rubbish, those who pursue writing style should run away! ! ! ! !
4. HE.
5. Apologize for everything.
Purpose: imperial strategy, martial arts, beauty