Now caught in the crossfire, he's become a captive. What awaits him next is only that chillingly cold executioner's sword!,Zhu Ying could both fight and write poetry. A year ago, she won Li Wan'er's heart with a poem: "If life were only like the first sight, why would autumn wind make the cicada wings sad!",Zhu Ying stepped forward and took Li Wan'er's hand, softly comforting her: "Wan'er, don't be afraid, I'm here!"。