In the winter of the fourteenth year of Jinghe, the palace rebelled. Shen Yuanqing saved a little eunuch who was shot by an arrow on a snowy night - that was the emperor of the dynasty. She drove the night fragrance car through the rebel blockade, and twenty days later, she sent the emperor to the Mojia Army in the north and handed him over to the hands of her beloved general Fu Jinyu.
She didn't know that Dugu Xingxue, the civil servant who had quarreled with Fu Jinyu seventeen times in the court, was her biological brother. Four years later, Dugu Xingxue impeached his father for collaborating with the enemy. The nine members of the Dugu family were executed, and he was exiled for three thousand miles. And she was taken to the Ten Thousand Gu torture platform in southern Xinjiang, and the ghost doctor managed to save her life. Disfigured and concealed, she wandered around the world for twelve years under the pseudonym "Ms. Su".
One guarded the northern border for twenty years, and the formation killed the Beidi Khan; the other guarded the southwest for ten years, and three thousand men held back thirty thousand in the southern border. One in the north and one in the west, facing each other from a distance, never side by side, but each guarding the same way back for the other.
On New Year's Eve in Jinghe's twenty-sixth year, the door of Haitang Courtyard was pushed open. The storm of fifteen years has finally settled. But the man who had been planting trees in the west for ten years had already become ill - after autumn, he coughed up blood and closed his eyes on the ninth day of September. He was buried next to the crabapple tree that had been withered for ten years in the southwest corner. In the spring of the first year after his burial, new shoots appeared on the old roots.
In the spring of the following year, Fu Jinyu and Shen Yuanqing got married. When worshiping, the two of them bowed one more time to the southwest corner. The begonias in the courtyard have just begun to bud, and when the wind blows, the bowl of soup in front of the grave is still warm. Three glasses of wine are poured every year, and one of the three stools is empty. But when the wind blew over Begonia, the whole yard was filled with the smell of the little salt he had put in too much.
