She is the spy buried deepest in the Jinyi Guards of the Ming Dynasty. She uses the Pipa "Skylark" as a blade to sneak into the grassland.
He is the most ferocious Baylor in Houjin, he is decisive in killing and hates the Han people the most.
That year, she was sent to the Northland as a "tribute". He tore up the peace agreement in public, rewarded ten Han women to slaves, and kept her alone - not because of pity, but because she raised her hand to play the pipa in her arms when everyone was trembling.
The song "Ambush from Flying Daggers" made the soldiers in the tent hold their breath.
He pinched her chin and said: "I, Eji, were forced to death by you Han people. I will let you live and pay back slowly."
She thought she was a pawn, only here to hate the country and her family.
He thought she was an ant, worthy only of struggling in the mud.
But the wind in the grassland blew away the mist and rain in the south of the Yangtze River.
Between iron and blood, a flower bloomed that shouldn't have bloomed.
He taught her horse riding and archery, and she taught him how to read Chinese books and taste tea.
The hatred seeped into something else, something sharper than a knife and more heart-burning than wine.
However, she didn't know that he had already discovered her secret.
However, he didn't know that her pipa contained a defense plan that could destroy an army of 100,000 people.
Family and country, blood feud, centuries-old grievances between two nations - there is an insurmountable abyss between them.
When that day finally came, he stretched out his hand to her covered in blood: "Follow me."
She stood on the city wall and smiled: "Yue Tuo, the last thing I should do in my life is to really fall in love with you."
Then, jump.
The skylark sings loudly, under the pines and cypresses of Xiling.
This is a story about loyalty and betrayal, family, country and love.
Heartbreaking and tear-jerking, BE aesthetics, please enter with caution.
Intent: In the conflict between family and country justice and personal emotions, women bear the weight of fate with their flesh and blood. When loyalty and love cannot be mutually exclusive, sacrifice is not weakness, but another kind of perseverance. Pay tribute to all the souls who were helpless in the torrent of history but never bowed their heads.