Mrs. Hou and the Woodcutter

My parents died in vain, they were riddled with infamy, their evil relatives kept an eye on my ancestral property, and my old friends came back to bite me when they were in trouble. Cen Wandao held a woodcutter in his hand, guarding Tanyuan and his young sister in the mountains, and endured the rumors of "the evil star" for five years. Deep in the mountains in late autumn, she rescued a man in plain clothes who was covered with bruises. The man was taciturn and had nothing to offer, so he stayed in the side room to recuperate. During the day, he helped chop firewood and organize charcoal, and at night, he quietly chased away the gangsters who broke into the village. Even when Cen Hushan came to stir up trouble, his hands were pricked by pine needles flying out of the forest. She just thought of herself as a mountain medicine merchant who was in trouble, guarding the charcoal courtyard, investigating old cases, chasing away madmen, breaking rumors, opening up the secret rooms of the ancestral home, and gradually lifting the veil of a century-old injustice. Until the imperial conferment of the God of War, the sound of bronze drums filled the mountain valley, and notices for the redress of Pingyi Marquis were plastered all over the streets and alleys of the county. Cen Wandao was still drying the charcoal in the field when he saw the cavalry coming from outside the mountain. The leader was wearing bright light armor and a wolf-patterned ribbon. He had stern eyebrows and a murderous aura. She clenched the woodcutter in her hand and was stunned for a long time: "You... Are not a medicine merchant in the mountains?" The man turned over and dismounted. The fragrance of cypress mixed with the faint smoke of gunpowder fell on the edge of the charcoal pile. His fingertips were still stained with the thin calluses from chopping firewood in the past. "The Cen Family Tanyuan took me in in March. This life, my whole person, is yours." The temple has thousands of powers, but it is not as warm as a single courtyard. A hatchet protects the family business, drums sound from three sides to wash away grievances, where the wind stops, old friends return, and the smoke from the kitchen smokes every year. Small Theater As everyone knows, Cen Jingchen, the young Hou Cen of Pingyi, led the army, purged the rebel party, and defeated the chieftain. His iron-blooded methods shocked the tribes in southern Xinjiang and did not dare to act rashly. He was the youngest god of war in the imperial court. But the personal guards around Cen Hou all know that their own Marquis has become more and more "not doing his job properly" recently. After wiping out the last remnants of the remnants of the party, the Marquis said "there is no hurry" and climbed three major mountains overnight. He squatted in the corner of the charcoal courtyard and helped stack the charcoal for half a night. He quietly returned to the camp before dawn, not caring that the hem of his clothes was stained with charcoal ash. On the day when the bronze drum appeared, Lord Marquis was supposed to announce his vindication in public, but instead he changed into a dagger made of coarse cloth and mingled with the villagers to help carry the drum. The heroine scolded him, "Don't cause trouble", but he lowered his eyebrows and responded, "Okay, I'll listen to you." Guards: ... Where is our Iron-Blooded Marquis? What about the big God of War? Later, someone asked Cen Jingchen why he was guarding the Tanyuan in the mountains instead of returning to the Marquis Mansion in the capital. He looked at the figure turning charcoal in the drying field, and rubbed half a piece of cold rosin around his waist with his fingertips. "The sweet potato porridge she cooked is sweet, the fireworks in the charcoal kiln are warm, and when she chops firewood, the light in her eyes is brighter than all the military exploits in southern Xinjiang." 1V1, double strength, redress of wrongs, healing with fireworks The forbearing and affectionate chieftain × the tenacious and calm wolf soldier girl Purpose: To protect the home and the courtyard, with a positive heart