When she was eight years old, in the rain falling on the rockery in the East Palace, Xiao Che put his coat over her head and said, "If the sky falls, I will stop it first."
At that time, Murong Yao was just a wild girl who could climb trees and steal cakes. He was the master who taught her how to hold a pen. The ugly portrait she drew is hidden in the abandoned attic. The blank space of the military book is filled with the annotations he filled in for her. The jade pendant and the dagger have the same warmth in the palm of their hand.
But the deep palace was never a place to raise reindeer. When the prince's poisonous plan caused the maid's blood to splatter on the spot, when the safety of the family made him turn around silently in the court, and when her mother held her hand before she died and said: "Either you will be a swordsman or you will become a fish," she finally understood that innocence is the sharpest knife.
She put away her innocence and ignorance, wrote down the political strategy with blood as ink, and climbed to the top of the Ninth Five-Year Plan by stepping on the bones. He wore armor and guarded the border, becoming the general she relied on and feared the most.
On the throne, she looked at him kneeling down, his temples stained with frost. The phrase "Do you still remember what I said under the umbrella?" Stuck in my throat, and finally became "General Xiao, lead the troops."
The willows on the palace wall sprout new branches every year, and the promises under the umbrella have long been turned into frost by the wind and frost.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
