Emperor Star Double Destiny

It was snowy and cold at the border, but she stood with a gun in hand; the pages of history books are thin, who records the white bones in red clothes? Yan Yanran, the biological daughter of Prince Yong'an, was pushed to death by an "Emperor Star" prophecy on the day she was born. Wen's mother-in-law was soft-hearted and exchanged her daughter for a daughter, hiding her in the dust at the border. Seventeen years later, the imperial government imposed a harsh government and a military conscription order was issued. Her adoptive father was seriously ill and her younger brother was weak. She changed her name to Yan Yan and joined the army on behalf of her family. She crushed her daughter's body into the bloody mud of the battlefield, earned the reputation of "Strict Colonel" in the sea of ​​​​blood, and tied her unspoken heart to the silent Dingnan General Lin Anjin who always shielded her from the wind in life and death. She thought that she would be with him for the rest of her life, guarding Guanhe until she grew old, until the Prince of the East Palace came with absurdity and malice. He regarded the beacon fire as a child's play, and regarded loyalty as trivial. Lin Anjin's battle flag was stained with blood, and his heart was pierced by thousands of arrows. On that day, Yan Yan beheaded the prince, held up the "Lin" flag, and stood on the crumbling pass as a woman. Behind him were the remnants of soldiers who swore to accompany him to death and the people who must be protected. In front of him were the imperial court's 50,000 vengeful cavalry and the eagerly looking Di people's swords. With supplies running out, aid gone, and the walls in ruins, she and the city have become the last wedge in the Northern Territory of the Great Zhou Dynasty that refuses to yield. Thousands of miles away in the capital, Shen Qingyue, the adopted daughter of the royal family who took her place, glimpsed in the Qiongyan Palace that the emperor was in a coma, pretending to be dead and escaping from every step of murder. At night in a wealthy family's house, she turned over the world with her bare hands, silently laying out a secret chess game for her sister whose fate was intertwined, and for this devastated country. When the isolated city on the border is bathed in blood, when the sun is full of beacon smoke, when the dormant "Emperor Star" will eventually illuminate the decaying court, she never asks for much, but to guard the pass where he died, to complete the road he has not yet completed, and to see the peaceful years he once yearned for. Deep in the smoke of gunpowder, love is a tacit understanding that has not been announced, a battle flag that is never let go in desperate situations, and an immortal star that still supports her against thousands of troops even after life and death. Small Theater 1 It was the third month that the recruits entered the camp. It was a midsummer evening and it was so hot that they could hardly breathe. The small river flowing down from the mountain to the west of the school grounds became a life-saving place for these mud monkeys. Yan Yan lingered until the end as usual. When she walked to the river with a clean cloth in her arms, the dozen or so brothers in the tent who had been splashing with water had already come ashore and were wiping themselves haphazardly. "Hey, Lao Liu, look at the crooked-necked tree on the cliff over there. Does it look like our Huo Tou Army Lao Zhang Zhan Mian?" A dark, muscular man pointed to the other side with a loud voice. "It looks like! It's so damn like! Look at those tree branches, it's Lao Zhang's arm!" Another one immediately followed, and several people really twisted their necks, turned their backs to the river, pointed at the bare cliff, and discussed such nonsense as "the noodles under this tree must be chewy". Yan Yan silently took off his coat, wearing a close-fitting old singlet, and quickly walked into the still turbid cold water, sinking until only his neck was exposed. The rushing water of the river drowned out some movement. "Let's go, let's go, my skin will get wrinkled if I soak in it again!" "You can still catch up and listen to Lao Wangtou bragging when you go back!" A group of people put their arms around each other and left, no one looked back. Small Theater 2 After suppressing a fleeing horse bandit, Yan Yan received a deep gash on her shoulder. The medical camp was overcrowded, and the smell of blood and sweat were mixed together. When it was her turn, it was an old military doctor with an unshaven beard. He didn't raise his eyelids and said, "Sit there and expose the wound." Yan Yan was just about to say no, so she took some medicine and went back to deal with it herself. Next to her, there was a man with an injured leg lying on the wooden board, grinning, and another little man with a bruised forehead sitting on the bench waiting. The old military doctor came over with a medicine jar and a strip of cloth. Just as he was about to take action, the man with the injured leg suddenly said "Ouch": "I, I have a stomachache! I'm afraid the lunch at noon is not clean! I have to go to the latrine!" After saying that, he jumped up on one leg, grabbed the walking stick next to him, grinned but moved out slowly. The little man with a bruise on his forehead stared at the tent cloth above his head, suddenly said "Huh", and raised his neck higher and higher. "What are you looking at?" The old military doctor asked casually. "The spider... Seems to have a spider web," the little man muttered, his eyes unblinking, "It's quite big." The old military doctor and Yan Yan both looked up. There was nothing above their heads except the slightly swaying, somewhat yellow tarpaulin. "You're blinded," the old military doctor cursed, and he quickly debrided, applied medicine, and bandaged Yan Yan. The whole process was very fast. After bandaging, the old military doctor clapped his hands and shouted to the little man who was still looking up at the "spider web": "Come here! It's your turn! Don't look, there's no meat left if you see through the ceiling!" The little man said "Oh", scratched his head, and moved over slyly, muttering: "It's strange, there seemed to be something just now..." Yan Yan thanked her and walked out of the medical camp. The setting sun stretched her shadow very long. She touched her shoulders and thought of the figures on the riverside "enjoying the view" of the Bald Mountain just now, and the two colleagues in the medical camp who behaved strangely. Is it a coincidence? She shook her head to get rid of these strange thoughts. Maybe people were a little weird after staying in the military camp for a long time. She had to go back quickly. Tonight it was her turn to patrol the night. In the distance, there was the sound of the gang leader knocking open the rice box, mixed with rude laughter and curses. She quickened her pace and merged into the noisy and lively camp, which was coated with a layer of gold by the setting sun. Only the night breeze heard it. The man who jumped to the latrine with an injured leg squatted behind the latrine and complained in a low voice to the companion who came to help him: "Damn, it's not easy to pretend to have a stomachache... It makes me want to poop..." As for the little man looking at the "spider web", he was later teased by the people in the tent: "Okay, kid, look at the look on the top of the tent. If you don't know, you would think there is a fairy girl hidden on it!" The little man just chuckled, showing his white teeth: "You know what the hell, I was practicing my eyesight. I can see clearly at night!" A burst of tacit laughter erupted in the tent. Some secrets, on the borderline of life and death, need not be revealed, so what if you know them? As long as they can kill the enemy with a sword, block arrows side by side, and trust their backs, they are brothers. As for those clumsy and quietly giving up the small space, this is the only care these rough guys can think of. Reading Guide The iron-blooded and tender female general VS the calm and loyal guard: deep love in troubled times, as reserved as a knife, his passing is her eternal source of pain and strength. The wisdom and wisdom of the Emperor Star: The adopted daughter, the True Emperor Star, saves herself in a desperate situation and plays chess to plan the country. 1V1, BE: The emotions are deep and restrained, and the main plot focuses on the growth, choice and protection of the heroine Yan Yan after losing her love. Drama-oriented, slow-burn: two-line narrative, border battlefields and capital intrigues intertwined. Core themes: secret love, real and fake daughter, exchange of fates, women disguising themselves as men, defending the city in a desperate situation, and plotting for the country behind the scenes. Purpose: Women hold the sword and reshape the mountains and rivers at the end of the dynasty.