When Jiang Wanning was 14 years old, the Song Dynasty ceded Yanyun, a dangerous land in the north, to the Qiang people. When the northwest stood up, Jiang Jingchen was ordered to make the Northern Expedition, and news of defeat also came from the southeast.
At this time, the Song Dynasty was in danger.
Jiang Wanning only remembered that someone said that year: "There are not enough troops this time. If we are defeated, the deadline for the Song Dynasty will be up."
Two years later, news of victory came from the border, and the whole country celebrated.
But at the same time, bad news came about her brother.
The sky in August is always dark and gloomy, with strong winds and torrential rain.
She stared at the sky quietly, with a cold look on her pale face, and her clothes were wet with rain, as if she didn't know how cold it was, just standing like that.
At some point, a young man jumped down from the locust tree in the yard. The tree was very tall, making his figure slim and tall. He has an indifferent expression, is dressed in black, has a long body, and has a naturally raised eyebrow.
Xie Chengzhou slowly stretched out a hand to him, which was as dark as the girl's quiet eyes, but a little gentler.
"Do you want revenge?" The clear voice paused for a moment, with a hint of magnetism at the end.
Jiang Wanning's eyes moved slightly, the sharp ends of his eyes were raised, and he stretched out his hand.
His knuckles were slightly cold, but his palms were warm.
Intention: redeem each other and like each other.