I was ordained in this ruined temple for three years, and I never thought that a knife would come from behind.
The incense ashes fell all over his shoulders, and he suddenly smiled: "Tu Ming, this scar on your collarbone was bitten by me back then."
I went on an expedition with my father at the age of thirteen, led an army by myself at the age of fifteen, and at the age of nineteen I was the general of Zhenbei, while he was the leader of the rebels.
I personally shot him off the cliff and stood on the city wall all night.
The next day, I cut off my hair and became a nun.
And he was rescued by a village woman, training in the mountains during the day, and secretly followed me at night for three years——
The courtesan Haitang from Yuchun Tower, the businesswoman from Pearl Pavilion, Lu Fenfei from Beggars Gang, and Xue Biyun from Dog Head Gang. He clearly remembered every identity I had changed.
Later, he forcibly made me his queen, and Concubine Xu, filled with jealousy, threw me into a violent chamber and beat me until I could barely breathe.
When he came back from beating the Huns, he hugged me, who was covered in blood, with red eyes: "My General Tu, are you being bullied like this?"
That night, he wanted to kill the entire Xu family.
Hundreds of officials remonstrated: "Prime Minister Xu is an important weapon in the country!"
I advised him to endure it: "The country is the most important thing."
He smashed the imperial case: "Are you still the fateful person I know?"
Until the Xu family rebelled, the streets were plastered with notices saying that I was a witch - I had been an actor, a profiteer, a beggar...
They forced him to kill me and hang my head on the city wall for three years.
He didn't agree.
On the night of the rebellion, he blocked an arrow for me and disappeared into the palace with me.
Three years later, we fought back.
The Xu family has left no trace of their armor.
He sat on the dragon throne and looked at me: "General Tu, his majesty is still the same as before."
I wiped the blood on the knife without looking up.
He hugged my waist from behind, rested his chin on my shoulder, and said softly:
"Listen to the nunnery bells."
Intention: After passing through mountains of swords and seas of fire, we are still the same young people in each other's eyes when we return.