She was originally a horse outside Yanmen, chasing an egret in the desert grassland.
A power transaction, a cold marriage. She had just left the desert and entered the general's gate again. She lowered her eyebrows and rolled up her sleeves, taking every step of the way.
He was originally a three-foot green front on the frontier, and his hunting cloak was dyed scarlet.
There is an undercurrent of prosperity, a fake show. When he left the battlefield, he entered into disputes again. He was frightened at every turn when he looked forward and backward.
Fighting openly and secretly, and conspiracy.
Destroying the family and relieving the country from calamity, she rides on the sky and speaks out, turning the tide, making it difficult for the enemy to be suspicious.
Seeing loyalty when he is brave, he devotes all his energy and courage to achieve success in nine turns, and hates to be defeated and slandered.
When the music and singing are over, the prosperity is gone.
It's just this: relying on the sky to shine on the sea, there are countless flowers, knowing what is right and what is wrong.