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The night she was born, there was no snow in Qin. The queen looked at her with gentle eyes and called her Wuxue. When Wuxue woke up again, she didn't remember anything. The courtiers who no longer obeyed her orders, the men and women who approached her with their own agendas, the old friends who turned against each other, the young man's gentle deception... Wuxue lost everything, and it seemed like she had nothing all the time. The night sky in Qin State was dotted with stars and the cool breeze was blowing. The young man was not by her side, nor did he hand her another cup of hot tea. At this time, tonight is not last night, and there is no snow outside the window. Her eyebrows no longer had the brightness of the past, and she was clearly called Wuxue, but there was ice and snow that would never melt between her eyebrows.

It is said that there is a young Taoist priest on the mountain who is dedicated to learning swordsmanship, and he is very knowledgeable in Taoism. It is also said that there is a beautiful sword-wielding woman at the foot of the mountain, who has unparalleled swordsmanship. Why did Wang Zhenren, the man who helped the world by hanging the pot, kill the national preceptor who suppressed the evil people in the world? There was a sword-wielding Li Huaan who cut off a stone peak, a bandit who played with swords and loved money, and a drinking prince. Gathered together, I wrote her a story.