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 was startled awake and, feeling irritable, shouted at the two jailers: “What the hell are you yelling for so early in the morning!”。