Four Years Later, I Got Married to My Arch-Rival Zhu Ma.

With ten miles of red makeup, he stood in front of the wedding sedan with a cold face and stretched out his hand: "Princess, please." I put my hand on his palm and dug my nails into his old scars: "General Shen, you are well." On the wedding night, he slept in the study room, and I found forty-seven unsent letters in the secret room of the wedding room. "Mingzhao, it's windy in the north. I dreamed of you falling off your horse again last night." "If I die here, will you remember me longer?" It turns out that he guarded the border for four years so that he could protect me with heavy troops. It turns out that my mother-in-law did not die of illness that year. When the third prince colluded with the enemy and came to the city, his blood-stained shirt protected me behind him: "When I said I wanted to marry you, it was not an imperial decree, but my sincerity." I tore off the lining of my wedding dress and bound his wounds, laughing until I burst into tears: "Shen Yanqing, I will guard this country with you." The red makeup can be torn off and the iron armor can be broken, but we must fight our way out in this troubled world. --- Reading guide: - 1v1 Shuangjie｜Strong and strong love each other｜Childhood sweethearts reunite after a long separation