On a snowy night in Chang'an, the concubine Chu Yao married off to the border in place of her eldest sister who had escaped from marriage. It was rumored that Zhenbei General Feng Ji was bloodthirsty and there were many bones in front of his tent, but no one knew that he had already discovered the swindling marriage.
When Hongzhuang entered the camp, she hid the medicine box and cooking utensils, just to survive under the cold-faced general. The brown rice was difficult to swallow, but the medicinal porridge she cooked warmed the cold stomachs of the whole army; an old injury recurred, and her silver needles relieved the severe pain that kept him awake all night. He was still wearing black armor, but he would teach her how to draw a bow and shoot arrows. When she was frightened by a fierce horse, he would protect her in his arms with his scarred hands.
Bian Guan Leng Yue witnessed that he was no longer the lone wolf swallowed by the trauma after the war, and she was no longer a pawn at the mercy of others. When the conspiracy of my sister Chu Yao to collude with the enemy came to light, and when the old case of my grandmother's injustice was ignited with the flames of war, the couple who started out as a substitute marriage stood in front of Yanmen Pass holding hands.
"The general protects the country and peace, and Yao'er protects you."
In the light of swords and shadows, there is the deep love intertwined with the aroma of medicinal food and the smell of gunpowder smoke, and the hot sincerity from wrongly marrying with red dots to being dependent on each other for life and death.
