In the spring of March, the rain stopped in Yongjing.
Pei Qingshang, the lawyer of Qingyin Hall, was invited to go to Beixiaochang to help the Beijing camp with golden drums and order the army to rest. The third battalion started to form. She listened a hundred steps away and only wrote five words on the paper: Fifteen breaths too early.
Nineteen-year-old General Huo Xiao pushed the formation again and found that she was right.
So the beautiful sister who was just looked at twice suddenly became a person truly worth getting closer to.
Before leaving, Huo Zhaoye broke off a peach blossom and gave it to her. Their fingertips touched, one hand was hot and the other was cold.
It seemed like just an ordinary first spring encounter.
No one knew that before they actually stood in front of each other, a guqin had sent these two names across the mountains and rivers for three hundred years.
In a sentence: She came to see the general's sister three hundred years ago with the hidden love from three hundred years later and the same desire to win and lose as a military genius.
[Wearing flesh, wearing ancient times]
Intention: The most fatal thing is the glance of a close friend
