A dim yellow page threw Xie Miao, who had stayed up late reviewing manuscripts, into the wind and snow.
He became the cannon fodder of the cannon fodder who was quartered by five horses in the ancient storybook - under the name of "Miss Xie San", with a detailed secret order, he was about to face Xiao Ce'an, the legendary Zhenbei general who cut out bones like clay.
Original plot? Xie Miao threw the talisman into the charcoal basin with his backhand.
The moment the flames rolled up the ashes, the pupils of the secret guard outside the window suddenly shrank.
In desperate situation, he picked up two weapons:
A charcoal pen depicting the scenery of northern Xinjiang, and a body specially designed to cure the social arrogance syndrome of dissatisfaction.
So——
In the iron-blooded military camp, scrawled herbal prescriptions mixed with rhyming formulas saved lives;
At the border market, the vendors' broken baskets became popular items after his advice;
Deep boudoir and resentment? Doesn't exist! When the general suffers from insomnia at night, there is always a bowl of soothing tea "happening" to be warm on his desk.
Xiao Ce'an looked at this "Madam" coldly:
Burning secret letters, changing stoves, writing storybooks, teaching children... His actions are all suspicious, but everyone praises him for his "wonderful hands and benevolent heart".
Until the third prince's blade was pressed into his throat, Xie Miao faced the beacon fire and tore open his final trump card——
"General, how would you react if I said that I came from the world outside the book?"
The long wind in northern Xinjiang roared past, and the ink-stained "Zhenmiao Landscape Chronicles" was rolled up on the desk.
Xiao Ce'an wiped the blood stains on the sword and pushed a yellowed book in front of him:
"Even though you came here through the book, starting from today - your name will be engraved in the annals of history with me."
——This is the story of a cannon fodder who changed his fate against fate with the pen of a pen, and turned a cold-faced general into a loyal dog.
The solitary smoke in the frontier fortress and the sweet and warm daily life fly together. The surface of light comedy is wrapped in the roar of the gears of fate. Let's see how the charcoal melts away the cold river.
Intention: Break the ice with goodwill, open up the way forward with wisdom, and write to protect the warmth of the world in the wind and snow of fate.