[Iron armor and red makeup burn the beacon fire, holding hands to share the mountains and rivers in troubled times]
The embroidery thread in the boudoir is not yet cold, but the gate of the country has been broken.
Guo Wanrou smashed the hosta into pieces and stabbed it into her palm, smearing the blood on the divorce letter.
The hand that used to write the painting clenched the silver gun, and collided with Zang Yichen's blade under the city wall where corpses were strewn. This iron-blooded general once said that she could not even mount a war horse, but now in front of the two armies, his black iron armor blocked her from fatal arrows.
The female generals who were tempered in the wars of troubled times used battle flags as dowries and enemy heads as betrothal gifts.
When Guo Wanrou's spear broke through the enemy's commander's flag, Zang Yichen knelt down holding the tiger talisman and presented to the emperor: "I am willing to return my military power in exchange for guarding the northern border with her." The deep love cast by blood and fire finally bloomed on the city tower stained by the setting sun.
