Don't Be Shy

[Flower of the High Mountains, National Master × Cynical Saint] Before Jiang Ci was eight years old, the best thing he had ever eaten was half a steamed bun thrown out of a carriage. After she was eight years old, she was welcomed back to Beijing, where she was given an endless supply of delicacies. They said she was a saint. When the saint comes to earth, the country will stop fighting. Everyone has high hopes for her and will meet any request she makes, except for one person - Imperial Master Tianshu. He was the one who announced the Saint's prophecy, and he was the one who calculated her location so that she could come to Shangjing. But he refused to take another look at her. In his eyes, the saint that everyone was flocking to was just like a speck of dust. The person who was as pale and beautiful as a mountain ghost occasionally glanced at her. She insisted on attracting another glance. Everyone thought Jiang Ci should be grateful, but she had a naughty temperament. She is a bad girl who dares to hold down the imperial master with brute force and kiss him until his face turns red. The aloof Imperial Master was as noble and clean as the snow on the top of the mountain, yet she insisted on dragging him into the gauze bed tent and dragging him three feet into the world of mortals, entangled him endlessly. How could the saint who everyone had so much hope for look like this? ＊ But Jiang Ci grew up faster than everyone imagined. Year after year, in the cold winter and scorching heat, I never slack off in martial arts training. At the age of twenty, she was already the strongest line of defense in the country. With her around, the border city will be difficult to break and the enemy troops will retreat. Until that day, a rumor broke out: the real saint is dead and Jiang Ci is a fake! The emperor was furious, the people were frightened, the morale of the army was shaken, and the enemy was ready to move. The saint is dead and the Chu Kingdom will be destroyed. When the country was on the verge of collapse, a long spear broke through the dark clouds over the city, and the red tassel was like blood. "There is only one saint, but there are thousands of us. "When faith reaches its peak, gods and ghosts also have to stay away for a while. Even if it is only for a brief moment, it will happen to thousands of people thousands of times. "Jiang Ci is here. Until all the blood is spilled, Chu will be invincible. Jiang Ci will not retreat even an inch!" Intention: Man can conquer nature