On Yunying's Poetic Identity

About Yunying's poetic id: drunk on the West Bridge, unable to see you, Yunying's sweet sleep, distorted outline, ignorance of lovers, full of disappointment and so on.

Yun Ying introduced as follows:

Yunying, a warrior heroine in Tencent's mobile game the glory of the king, was officially launched on June 23rd, 20021year. Yunying belongs to Chang 'an camp. She was dressed in red and armed with a pike. She has both offensive and defensive skills, and a set of ever-changing China marksmanship.

Yunying's background story is introduced as follows:

Yunying, who was born in a famous family, grew up listening to the story of Li Niangzi and looked forward to the legendary life of the founding fathers of Chang 'an.

In order to be a great hero like Li Niangzi, she studied muskets tirelessly and became a noble daughter in the eyes of her neighbors. As a fledgling, she unexpectedly caused a lot of trouble, and was finally thrown into Dali Temple by her father's adult and handed over to Di's adult, which made her come to a wider world.

She took off her young lady's skirt, put on her training clothes and put on her herringbone armor, and her fiery figure whirled around the head of Chang 'an Avenue. Starting today, "Where there is trouble, there is her". Never doubt her enthusiasm, and certainly never underestimate her destructive power.

What did Shishi remember is as follows:

There is a pair of stone lions in front of Dali Temple, which seems to have stood there in the past. It is said that there are not many young people in the power dynasty. At least it looks completely majestic-the mane is curly, the eyes are prominent, the lion has a big mouth and a hollow stone ball in his mouth. The lioness stands on a little lion with her head tilted, and her front paws are touched by passers-by.

Xiaoyunying entered Dali Temple for the first time, touched the front foot of Shishi, shook hands and said, "Hello, we will meet every day in the future."

Actually, I have already seen it. At the beginning of six years old, the yellow-haired child flew past the gate of Dali Temple, thin as a little monkey, followed by a big man with two axes and a unshaven beard, and said as he ran, "Next time I can't help cheering for others, there will be no legend of Lady Li!" A few hundred meters away, the teahouse owner is swearing to raise the fence a few feet.