Jiang Zhirou died on the day of Bailu.
The murderer Jiang Kui has been seen.
She told her father, but her father told her to shut up.
On the night of the tenth day, Jiang Mansion was burned into a tomb of fire. No one in the house survived.
Jiang Kui stayed at his uncle's house that day and escaped death.
Later, she squatted in a vegetable garden on the outskirts of the city and hid a dagger in her sleeve, planning to kill a beautiful girl to take her place in the palace. Before the knife was drawn out, the conscripting officer picked him up on horseback: There is a shortage of people in Northern Xinjiang, so follow me.
She became a male soldier in the military camp. Carrying sandbags until he vomited blood, practicing sword practice until the tiger's mouth cracked, crawling out and back in among the dead. In two years, he will live to be a captain of thousands.
There was a young man named Ayun crawling with her beside her. He had tender skin and tender flesh, and a young man's temper. But she couldn't bear to see him being bullied. She blocked his fists for him, received military sticks for him, and dealt with all the cold looks for him. She thought she just couldn't stand it, but it took a long time to realize that she liked it.
On the day when the teacher returned to Beijing, Ayun disappeared from the world. In the award hall, her hair broke and her daughter's body was exposed in public, so she was left in the palace to work as a clerk. She met Jun Yue, the fourth prince who was rumored to be the most useless—a man who spent all day huddled in a corner looking at salt and iron accounts, border defense maps, and official secrets. A coiled snake.
Later, Ayun came back. Standing in front of her in gorgeous clothes, he said softly: "My name is Wu Zaiyun."
The youngest son of Taifu Wu family. The person who burned her whole family was his biological father.
Jiang Kui was extremely confused. He held the white jade hairpin in his sleeve, turned to Jun Yue and said, "I will join forces with you."
With these words, she would no longer be the little girl squatting under the wall watching the ants move.
Intention: Live towards death, live towards the sun