- A gifted young general x a modern girl scraping by in another world
Dusk clouds stretch for miles, and fragrant grass reaches to the horizon.
The boy lounged in the grass, eyes closed, one hand resting on his forehead as he basked in the sun. Beneath him, a patch of soft grass lay flattened.
She sat nearby, plucking a few blades of grass to weave into a rabbit.
Suddenly he asked, "If I were to die for my country on this campaign, what would you do?"
She didn't chide him or tell him to take back such an ill-omened thing. Her fingers kept moving. After a moment's thought, she simply murmured:
"If you live, come back to me. If you die, I'll long for you forever."
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What happens when you transmigrate from the 21st century to the Western Han dynasty, centuries before the Common Era? He Meisheng's experience was that you'd struggle every day just to get by, exhausting yourself to fill your stomach, with no time to think about changing history.
From a helpless baby who knew nothing of her surroundings, to a little servant girl fetching tea and water, to a grimy young woman who couldn't find a husband and had to pay the poll tax, even her only golden finger disappeared.
Just as college students can't answer questions from the college entrance exam, more than a decade of toiling in the fields had worn away what little she remembered of history.
Until the only person she cared about left her, her sole reason to keep living in this desolate, unfamiliar world was the hatred in her heart and the hope that one day she could kill her enemy with her own hands.
But then a boy took her in.
Wait, did he say his name was Qubing?
Why does that sound familiar?
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Huo Qubing spent his childhood living at the mercy of others and enduring their disdain. Later, his aunt's favor with the emperor made him a trusted courtier overnight, a man of immense status.
He had little kindness to spare. The only reason he made an exception and rescued that strange girl was that they happened to hate the same person.
Then, one night, drunk to the point of stumbling, he grabbed her hand and asked her for hangover soup. Her sleeve slipped, revealing a tangle of carved marks on her arm. She said they were the only thing that belonged to her.
Later, he taught her to read and write. At last, she read the meaning of those marks to him, one word at a time:
"Just a dream."
What if a thousand-mile raid, Mount Langjuxu, a marquis's title bestowed at a young age, and a heaven-sent talent were all no more than a dream of yellow millet?
He feared it was real, yet feared it was a dream.
Theme: Who awakens first from the great dream? I alone know my own life.
