Xuanying Sings Long Songs, and Is Hired by the Country

The snow in the eighth year of Yongxi buried hundreds of thousands of loyal bones in the north. On the day when the broken armor of bandit general Wang Yi was sent back to Jindu, thirteen-year-old Wang Xuantian broke a green plum branch in front of his body. The little girl from the Gong family who always followed him and called "Brother Xuantian" stood outside the general's mansion all night holding a freshly steamed crab apple cake, but in the end she failed to open the red door soaked in blood. Ten years later, Wang Xuantian, the commander of the Longlin Division, personally nailed all the Gong family members into prison cars. In the past, Qingmeigong Ying'er was shackled, and the quenched hatred in her eyes burned through the golden autumn leaves: "What you did today, you will regret it for the rest of your life in the future!" He clenched the edict with an expressionless expression, his knuckles turned white. … From the commander of the Longlin Division to the daughter of a prisoner, from a bloody feud to a job in the country. He came here through blood on this thorny road, just for—— One day, I can legitimately draw her eyebrows again.