The Red Dust Flies over the Swing

"Driving" a silver horse on the streets of the Imperial City galloping wildly among the vendors, moving smoothly and smoothly. In front of him, a rich man in brocade ran away like crazy and aimlessly, as if he was being chased by some sinister ghost. "Stop." Gu Qinghua tapped her toes and somersaulted in front of the man. "Watch where you run." He pulled out the sword from his waist and pointed it directly at the man. Seeing the dazzling light shining on the scabbard, the man's feet trembled in fright, and he fell forward due to inertia. This fat-headed He Su is a coward who bullies good and is afraid of evil. This is the last thing Gu Qinghua can see...