Iron Bone Yunzheng

Her husband thinks she is tough and tough, not as gentle as the embroiderer next door. Song Yunzheng looked at his hand that had been wielding a hammer for more than ten years, picked up the black iron sword, and smashed the Bingdi lotus jade hairpin passed down by his family in front of his face. "If you dislike it, then make peace with it." She went north to the border and became a school captain from a blacksmith. The broken hairpin was stuffed under the pillow through a string. Occasionally, I would take it out and look at it, but I didn't know what I was looking at. Three years later, when the enemy troops invaded the territory, he knelt down in tears before the city and said that he was wrong. She took the bow from the soldier. It was a gift from him back then. After recasting, the small word "zhou" still remained on the inside of the bow handle. Nocking an arrow, drawing the bow. One arrow shot down the enemy commander's flag. The tower was cheering loudly, and he looked up at her, as if he finally understood something. She drew her bow and turned around. "At midnight tonight, follow me out of the city to rob the camp." Don't look back. Intention: Constantly strive for self-improvement.