On the third day of their exile, the Ninth Princess's prison clothes were torn off.
The onlookers yelled "good job", and the escorting captain pressed forward with a grin.
Then there was a wooden hairpin on his thigh that had been worn for three days - half an inch away from his lifeblood.
Li Huaibi got up without covering his body, opened his prison clothes with whip marks, and shouted to the envoy of Jin Yiwei North Town in public:
"Master Lu, in exchange for the smuggling chain list, you will keep me alive to Liangzhou - plus be my husband for three months. Do you want it or not?"
There was dead silence. Lu Lin stood for three breaths and drew his sword.
What was cut off by the sword was the secret message box on the captain's waist.
"While Beizhen Fusi is handling the case," he said, "she is under protection."
Didn't leave. He was not willing to "expiry" those three months.
Later, Iron City changed his surname to Li, and the commander of Jinyiwei became the consort.
The refugees asked her whether she was really crazy or fake, and she answered the question while chewing her steamed buns——
"Rust is flying from the top of the rust city, and the horses and people will not return."
Until one day, someone discovered that the map she drew on the tower contained the grain routes of the entire Daxia.
Lu Lin stood behind her, tied a red string on the broken knife in his hand, and gently placed it next to her hand.
