In the autumn of the 19th year of Jianning, the north wind in Chang'an City blew down the red flame flag of General Xiao's gate. A piece of paper and a personal edict pushed Xiao Mingli, the legitimate daughter of the Zhenguo General, into the Tubo king's tent. Songge Zampu, who was rumored to eat human bones, held her sprained ankle on a snowy night and used a blood-stained bandage to tie a knot tighter than that of the Tang Palace embroiderer.
"The princess's medicine box can cure colds, but can this knife under the sheepskin cure it?" When the gilt dagger opened the dowry box, half of the Tibetan defense map reflected the firelight of the attack on the Tang envoy outside the tent. The tail feathers of the wolf-fang arrow that pierced the envoy's throat were soaked in Xiao's army's unique tung oil, and the ferocious old wounds on Songe's back were exactly the same as the cloud-piercing crossbow her brother shot three years ago.
The blizzard on the Tea-Horse Road roars in, carrying twenty years of grudges. When Xiao Mingli discovered that the letter of surrender hidden in the secret compartment of her father's study was written in the same handwriting as the secret letter from the Tubo king's brother, Songge had already put the gold knife at her throat - the faded hair tie wrapped around the handle was an old thing she had left behind when she was bandaging a dying Tibetan prisoner on the Longyou battlefield three years ago.
Late at night when Mani piled prayer flags torn apart, the bloodstains on Zanpu's silver saddle wound into a river. Xiao Mingli held the poisoned dagger tightly, but pointed it at her heart: "Since I saved your wrist bone back then, I have to pay off this debt today." The sound of iron hoofs of the Xiao family army suddenly sounded outside the tent, and the beacon light illuminated the small words at the end of the parchment. It turned out that there was half an unbroken piece of Tongxin jade buried on the top of Qilian Mountain.
(In the snowy storm that has faded away from the oracle's witchcraft, the golden sword opened eighteen layers of blood-colored gauze curtains. When the silver saddle oath smashed the bells and drums of Chang'an, in the deepest whirlpool of Lake Manasarovar, the widow who spanned ten years slept sleeping.)
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