Fu Jiao

The daughter of the prime minister who doesn't say many cruel words x the regent who is calm but has a poisonous tongue [An ancient saying about Jianghu martial arts, intrigue, power and purity 1v1] She was originally the only daughter of the Prime Minister of the Yin family in Daliang, and she was the daughter of her parents. However, a coup in Daliang led to the death of her family, and she was forced to live in the martial arts... The truth behind her father's tragic death has not yet been revealed, her mother has disappeared without any reason, the world is turbulent, and various sects are involved in overt and covert attacks. She diligently studies martial arts and is scheming, and finally gets the opportunity to return to Beijing. The golden needles on her sleeves are delicately painting lotuses, and she is facing the wind with the intrigues of the high hall. What will be the outcome of this journey? Is her search for everything inseparable from the unicorn tree protected by the royal family? He was originally the unrivaled regent of Southern Xia, with the title of millions of soldiers. He could travel thousands of miles between spring cities by asking for swords. Sitting alone in front of a cup, he was like the clouds and mist on the Cangshan Mountain... He was dressed in a flower-embroidered dragon robe and came to the capital of Daliang alone. He was determined to get the rare thing in the world, the unicorn wood, and use the bamboo sword to cut through some disputes. He knew the purpose of his trip, but why did he lose his eyes when he looked at her? He swung his sword to destroy half of the ice and snow on Haiyan Mountain that had not melted for thousands of years. Going against his previous peace-advocating attitude, he stabbed the new emperor of Northern Liao directly to save her in danger... She used her forbidden skills and exhausted her inner strength to block his predecessor's true energy. She tore off her skirt and made a brocade mat for him. She walked in the boundless mountains and secretly told him her inner voice. Whether it is confrontation or redemption, no matter how unclear the boundaries between black and white are in the world, and the wind and sand sweep dust across the mountains, lakes and seas, please believe that in the pouring rain, there will always be someone willing to accompany you through this journey.