Horseshoe flower

In XX years BC, there was a scuffle, causing all living beings to be displaced, corpses were scattered all over the field, there was a lot of mourning, and there was no place in the world that was not scorched black soil.

Until a dark horse named Shiquan broke out of the siege and brought the people the light of life again.

He is a legendary existence. It is said that he loves the people like a son, hates evil like a vengeful, and is the god of war that makes all invaders fearful. Messenger of peace, unite this deformed world...

The folk saying does have its basis. After all, the current zero country has indeed developed so rapidly that other countries are puzzled and panic all day long. small country.

No matter how many empires do not like it, they always agree to develop harmoniously after short battles or negotiations...

This power is definitely produced by countless minds and talents working hard together with the king and ten powers. This is a historical miracle!

at the same time……

Ten Quan is sitting among the beauties, drinking and having fun.He is a handsome young man of about 27, and at this moment, this century-old Mingjun is wearing a gorgeous dragon robe, his face is flushed, he laughs loudly, and this pile of messy memorials rolls down on the ground, vying to curry favor The beauties who fawn on him are trampled underfoot.

"Hey, my lord, I've left these annoying broken bamboo slips!" the beauty cried out delicately, and threw herself on the big bed of Shiquan.

"Hahaha, this is my task, hiccup~" Shi Quan gulped down another glass of wine.

The beauty sat between his thighs, hugging him coquettishly: "My lord, there are so many, can you finish the review?" "Hahaha, don't be afraid! This king is omnipotent! Hiccup~ By tomorrow morning, everything will be approved." ~Do you believe it or not?"

"Believe, believe, our king is the most powerful~" "Of course! I have more powerful ones! Do you want to try?..."

Away from this magnificently lit palace, other small palaces on the edge, but the night is as cool as water, the moon is bright and the stars are sparse.

The breeze blows the black shadow of Liusi, passing through a simple and simple pavilion, skipping over the calm lake surface, and a piece of white horseshoe petals gently falling on the dark blue water surface, causing a circle of shallow ripples .

In the small pavilion stood a man in white, calmly looking at the horseshoe petals of the same color as him on the lake.

The moonlight fell, flowing through his slender body, infecting his snow-white face.

The breeze blew over the corners of his clothes, as gently as licking willow silk.

He is really a scholarly young man, handsome and comfortable, like a member of nature, especially a pair of clear eyes, embedded in the crescent-like eye sockets, hiding the innocent and harmless beauty that sees through everything. wisdom.

He didn't leave, but just waited for something in the short pavilion, standing straight, and sometimes lowered his head to think, thinking constantly, singing poems into songs.

Finally, after waiting for a long time, when he was just shivering from the cold, someone carrying a lantern staggered onto the small bridge and walked towards the pavilion.

The young man trotted forward in a pleasant surprise, took a pile of messy memorials from Shiquan's arms, put them on the ground, and helped Shiquan straighten his open collar and thick tiger-skin cloak:

"Ten Quan, why are you always so careless? It's cold, and you don't pay attention..." The boy's little head reached Ten Quan's chest, but he showed mature and generous care, and even put his thin coat on On the tall young man, he looked extremely small.

"Calla lily, approve it quickly, use it tomorrow morning." Shi Quan pushed away the thin calla lily, only 16 years old, only staggered back, and immediately began to quickly pick up the memorial on the ground: " Yes, yes, the approval will be completed on time tomorrow, so come and get it early."

After picking it up, Calla Lily got up and said with a smile, "Shi Quan, shall we play a game of chess?"

The answer to him was only one lantern that was far away from him, leaving a black figure and halo at the other end of the bridge...

The horseshoe petals are still floating quietly...