Who Provokes Feng Yue

"Young master, why should you be angry?" Zhao Zisu's eyes were as beautiful as autumn water, and his eyebrows were like a painting, and his rouge was lightly stained with lead. The first time he met her, he was just the young master of Cangji Clan. She was a mysterious and reclusive woman with excellent medical skills, but because of his involvement in that conspiracy, she was forced to live in the world of mortals, and she could not help but do so. ## "Sneaking into Luohong Residence, you are so brave." Su Yanluo looked at him, raising her eyebrows slightly with a hint of excitement. It was that first glimpse of her that made him feel more attached to the cold iceberg beauty in front of him. For her, many phoenixes, pavilions, dragon towers and towers reach the sky, and all the jade trees and qiongtwigs are used as tobacco. ## When Yan Qianzhi launched that earth-shattering rebellion, people in the world were panicked, and the Cangji Sect, a major martial arts sect, was also severely damaged by his rebellion. He established the Drinking Water Pavilion on his own, conquered Hongju, occupied Pearl Island, and joined forces with the Xingxiu Sect. His strategies were meticulous, his methods iron-blooded, and his sharpness unmatched. Drinking Water Pavilion has become very popular in just one year and has become a force that cannot be underestimated. But he doesn't want to grab the throne of the martial arts supreme. What does he want to get? ## The emergence of the Drinking Water Pavilion has become a legend in the Eastern Capital and has not yet faded out of the people's mouths as a topic of conversation. The emperor Wan Jing suddenly announced that the seventh prince Gongxi Zhining, who had been missing for many years, had been found. That blue shirt flying in the air was not Yan Qianzhi. When everything was under control, Su Yanluo actually carried him away and became the Fourth Prince's spy. But Zhao Zisu's true identity is actually...? ## From the idle young master of the Cangji Sect, to the secretive Master of the Drinking Water Pavilion, and even to the sharp-edged Seventh Prince, will he use his bones to wither for eternal merit, or will he abandon the country like a straw for a beauty? He was free of arrogance and determined to be romantic, and captured the hearts of many women. They were crazy about him, and he allowed them to be crazy and crazy about him. And where is his heart? Thousands of miles of beautiful scenery, the flames of war are rising again. A little cinnabar, two places of love, three or five wild geese, messing up the four seasons, the pear blossoms are better than the snow. Six strings of green ripples, seven stars that do not shine, eight and nine points of lovesickness, ten years of wrong destiny. Perhaps it was the cause of the past life and the fate of the next life that caused them to meet in this life, intertwining a fruitless grudge. What is love, how many beauties are haggard, how much lovesickness is broken. When his cold sword is unsheathed, his horse rides on the mountains and rivers, the whole world is peaceful, and the vast land is destroyed by one ride, the heaven and earth, the mountains and rivers, and the supreme achievements, do they suddenly become so silent? When he stood alone on them, would he feel a chill to the bone?