The General Has Been Waiting for Ten Years

The first time Du Jinyu met Lu Zongyao was a portrait. At that time, her family was discussing marriage for her, and pile after pile of portraits of children from famous families were sent to her home. She didn't even bother to look at them until Lu Zongyao's portrait was blown to her feet by the wind. An arrogant and sharp face, with a high nose and deep eyes, and eyebrows as sharp as a knife, it was like a sharp sword piercing her heart. "That's him." His green-white fingertips touched the portrait. However, he rejected her on the grounds that a noble lady in the capital was upright and boring. She really met Lu Zongyao when she traveled to the frontier with her grandfather. When we met at the pass, he stood in front of the city gate with a sword in his hand, his phoenix eyes as quenched as frost. People around him said that Lu Zongyao was tough, cold, and unapproachable. She smiled, right, but she insisted on getting closer. Later, changes occurred in the court, and she hurried back to Kyoto. Goodbye, on the streets of Chang'an covered with ice. His eyes were fierce, he pressed her against the wall with composure, and brushed her lips with his thumb. "Marry me and I will protect the Du family for you." Du Jinyu straightened his clothes: "It's bitterly cold at the border, take care of yourself." There was a death in the family, and his father and uncles were demoted one after another. She entered the palace and became a female official, and she was separated from him from then on. Two years later, she came to Hexi again with a secret order to investigate him. "Du Jinyu, how dare you?" He raised his head from her neck, his eyes seemed to be stained with blood. That night the red candle was not extinguished and the brocade quilt was tumbling. There was an uprising in Yuanye Palace, and the rebels entered the city. She was dragged in shackles by the jailer to Yong'an Palace, where the blood-stained hall was. At this time, he was already a frontier official with a large number of troops, and even the prime minister who was forcing him to go to the palace had to look up to him. When the palace door closed, everyone was speculating that this female prime minister, who had been in charge of the government for many years and was superior to countless men, was afraid that she would be tortured by their chief manager tonight. No one knew that the aloof and arrogant Manager Lu carefully held Du Jinyu in his arms and kissed her with restraint. "Why don't you come to me? Didn't you say that I am your last resort, Du Jinyu, I have been waiting for you for ten years." She stretched out her blood-stained hand and stroked the scar on his brow: "Lu Zongyao, I've kept you waiting for a long time." * Ignore the Tang Dynasty, build mountains of private buildings, refuse textual research, and refuse to use leverage. In essence, it is a sweet pet article, with an emotional orientation and a slight intrigue. There is a bit of dregs in the candy. If you don't like it, don't scold it. If you read the article harmoniously, I will be grateful. Intention: I just want to see a broader world