"That year when the snow fell in Chang'an, she gave away the moonlight that she dared not speak of in her life."
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Chu Mingzhao, the daughter of the Duke of Zhenguo, did something shocking - on the third day of her fiancé Pei Yan's expedition, she chased him out of the city gate with thirty carts of grain and grass, and broke the morning frost on Zhuque Street with her embroidered shoes.
Everyone in the capital said that Jinzhiyuye was crazy about love, but no one knew that she woke up in a bloody dream every night. Until she saw the refugees eating Guanyin soil and the corpses of young children hanging under the withered trees, she finally broke off the love pendant around her waist and threw Pei Yan's personal notes into the fire.
"Pei Qinghe, why am I here because of the love between my children?"
"I want this troubled world, and I dare not eat the bones and blood of my Daqi people again."
The slender jade hands that used to play the harp held an iron bow, and their brocade robes embroidered with lotus flowers were soaked in the enemy's blood. When the smoke erupted in the Beidi King's tent, the scholar who had copied "Shanglin Fu" to her with a red face was holding a sword to cut through the rain of arrows at her side.
"Zhao Zhao, do you know why I gave up my writing and joined the army?"
The setting sun was like blood. He grabbed her blood-stained wrist, and the hot temperature in his palm burned through the layers of bandages. It turns out that at the Qionglin banquet that year, someone had already engraved the girl's chatting and laughing appearance into her bones.
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In the moonlight, golden armor is reflected on the treetops, and crows are crying in the depths of the forest.
Chu Mingzhao was still wearing his blood-stained armor when he suddenly heard the sound of strings piercing the air outside the tent. She opened the curtain and saw a man in white robe burning incense and stroking strings under the moonlight. The tune turned out to be the fragment of music she had lost during the Lantern Festival that year.
"In front of an army of 300,000, Prime Minister Pei is in high spirits"
"The name of this song is "Feng Qiu Huang", specially dedicated to Chu Shuai"
"I just don't know if Chu Shuai's country can still tolerate the bright moon of the past?"
#We agreed to fight on our own, so why did we steal each other's homes?
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1. Female general×powerful minister
2. There is a line for family and country, and there is also a line for love.
3. Don't use research on the idle articles.
4. Don't like to enter by mistake! ! Please spray lightly! !
Intention: From small love to big love, leave the boudoir and open up a world