The dandy general's loyal dog attack × the cold beauty's tenacity
Five years ago, Northern Paddock.
Gu Zhiheng broke with him in public and shot his clothes to pieces with a cold arrow.
It was later discovered that the killer was lurking in the darkness that day, with the tip of his arrow aimed at his heart.
Gu Zhiheng wore his great cloak to distract his pursuers and almost died in the snow.
Five years later, above the court.
He was ordered to investigate a moldy rice case, and an old account of three hundred thousand military rations was found deep in the ledger.
All the clues point to the wealthy merchants in the north, and the person standing behind the trading firm——
It is the current Holy Lord.
"Sir Yan." Gu Zhigu smiled gracefully, but there was no warmth in his eyes:
"The current situation is turbulent, and we must learn to retreat despite difficulties."
But when the killer attacked the inn at night, Gu Zhiheng broke in the door covered in blood and dragged him behind him
They chased fake accounts into underground banks and followed the flow of money through the border black market.
Gu Zhiheng always protected him behind him at the critical moment of life and death, but then turned away in the dim light of the morning.
Until the blood-stained private account was spread out in front of my eyes——
The death of the foster father, the bandits at the border, the secret order from the East Palace...
The ink traces were as winding as blood, and finally merged into the name that was unimaginable.
On the night of the palace coup, Gu Zhiheng blocked a fatal knife for him, and the hot blood in his palm soaked into his sleeves:
"Yan Che..."
"Don't make another mistake this time."
"I owe you more than five years."
Later, when the new emperor ascended the throne, Gu Zhiheng took off his armor and returned to the capital, becoming his bodyguard.
Everyone said that General Gu was so crazy that he even dared to lift the throne.
Only he knew that every night Gu Zhiheng gently stroked the old wounds on his back with a hoarse voice:
"This stroke is your father's blood."
"This sum is my five years."
"This sum... Is from that winter when you didn't wait for me."
"Yan Che, let's calculate again."
"For a lifetime."
Intention: Two-way redemption