I have been farming since I crossed over.

Late at night, everything is silent, with only the occasional chirping of insects breaking the tranquility.

Lu Jintang slowly lay down!

His Royal Highness the Wise Prince checked Lu Jintang's injuries and said, "Master Lu, send it down! His injury isn't serious, but he's very tired. Let him rest. I'm here."

The wise king led another 3,000 cavalrymen and approached the valley quietly.

When they were still several miles away from the valley, he suddenly gave the order: "Light the torches, beat the drums, and charge!"

In an instant, three thousand torches were lit at the same time, illuminating the night as if it were day.

The sound of war drums was deafening, and the cavalrymen brandished their swords and rushed towards the valley with shouts.

The enemy was frightened by the sudden attack and hurriedly mobilized its main force to fight.

Seeing that the main force of the rebels had been attracted, Lu Jintang was secretly delighted. While commanding his soldiers to pretend to attack, he quietly sent out a 500-man death squad to go around the back of the valley and attack the rebels' food camp.

Under the cover of night, the suicide squad quickly and agilely penetrated the rebel lines of defense, like a sharp blade, piercing the heart of the enemy.

When they approached the food camp, they suddenly launched an attack. For a moment, shouts and screams were intertwined.

The defenders of the rebels' food and forage camp never expected that enemy troops would descend from the sky, and they were immediately thrown into chaos.

At the same time, His Royal Highness the Wise King saw that the time was ripe and ordered the entire army to retreat.

The enemy thought Lu Jintang was afraid and ran away, so they came out in full force and pursued him with all their might.

Just when the main force of the rebels had left the valley to pursue the 3000 elite soldiers, the main force of the Lu family army led by Lu Wei had already, as planned, encircled the enemy from the west and arrived at the rear of the enemy.

"Kill!" Lu Wei gave an order, and the Lu family army rushed towards the enemy's food camp and the empty rear positions like a tiger descending from the mountain.

The defenseless enemy troops were beaten back step by step and fled in all directions.

When His Royal Highness the Wise King heard the deafening shouts of killing from the rear, he knew that the main force had succeeded. He was overjoyed and immediately led the Eastern Army to launch a surprise attack.

Being attacked from both front and back, the enemy army was completely trapped in a desperate situation. Their morale was in chaos, and they threw away their weapons and armor and surrendered one after another.

This thrilling battle lasted from late night until dawn.

When the sun rose again, the battlefield was littered with corpses and rivers of blood.

His Royal Highness the Wise King rode on horseback with several generals to inspect the battlefield. Looking at this hard-won victory, his heart was filled with emotion.

After months of hard fighting, the rebellion was finally put down.

The soldiers of the family army became heroes in the eyes of the people.

Lu Jintang also successfully became famous thanks to this war.

Changshanchun here...

The sound of firecrackers exploded at the end of the Lu family courtyard, and Yang Mingxi walked home on the ground covered with red fragments.

The winter night wind wrapped in frost and snow blew on her face, but she didn't feel cold at all. Her fingers, which were tightly gripping the jade pendant at her waist, were turning pale and bluish - that was the personal item that Lu Jintang had left for her before he went to war, and it was now causing a sharp pain in her palms.

Pushing open the wooden door of my own courtyard, I saw the plum trees in the yard in full bloom, as if covered with half a foot of snow. The dead branches swayed in the wind, making a whimpering sound.

The sound of frost dripping from the eaves onto the stone steps reminded her of the sound of Lu Jintang's horse hooves on the day he went to war, and it was these same sounds that broke her heart.

The room was filled with the cool scent of sandalwood. The daffodils on the table had long since withered, their petals scattered beside the faded red candles.

Yang Mingxi looked at the empty bed. The thin bedding still had wrinkles from the night before.

The moonlight filtering through the window lattice divided the bed into two halves, light and dark. In a trance, she seemed to see Lu Jintang leaning against the head of the bed, calling her "Axi" with a smile on his face.

"When he left, he said that he would come back to farm with me after the war." Yang Mingxi murmured to himself, his fingertips stroking the worn old book beside the pillow. It was a military book that Lu Jintang often read, and his handwriting in cinnabar was still on the corners.

The night watchman ticked, and each tick seemed to remind her that this was already the third month since he went to war.

Suddenly, a cold wind carrying frost water rushed in through the window, blowing over the unfinished letter from home on the desk.

Yang Mingxi looked at the mess on the ground and her heart suddenly sank.

In the last letter a few days ago, Lu Jintang did not mention the war at all, but repeatedly told her not to worry.

But she had clearly heard that the northwest front had reached a stalemate and the court had not even arranged any reinforcements.

"I want to go find him." Once this thought took root, it burned her eyes like a prairie fire.

She stood up suddenly, the candlelight swaying in the wind, casting her shadow on the wall, with a sense of determination.

Yang Mingxi turned and entered the space, looking through the things she had collected in the past three months. She took out a dagger. The cold iron sheet pressed against her skin, reminding her of what Lu Jintang once said: "If one day I am gone, this dagger will protect you."

Touching the objects left by Lu Jintang further inspired Yang Mingxi to go to the border.

The sound of horse hooves shattered the silence of Qianhuang Mountain.

Yang Mingxi looked back at her own courtyard. The flickering candlelight was reflected on the window paper, and she seemed to have a figure wandering in front of the window.

She clenched the reins, tears welling up in her eyes - that was how she looked when she and Lu Jintang first met. He was standing in front of the window like this, holding a book, with a picturesque look.

The wind and snow grew stronger, and the armor of the guards shone coldly in the night.

Yang Mingxi clenched the jade pendant tightly and swore in her heart: "Jintang, no matter what lies ahead, I will find you and come back."

When the sky turned pale, the group had already left the city gate.

Yang Mingxi looked at the vast snow-capped mountains in the distance and suddenly remembered what Lu Jintang often said: "Even if the world is peaceful, there will always be someone who carries the burden and moves forward."

Now, she also wants to be the one standing shoulder to shoulder with him.

The cold wind howled, carrying her oath away into the horizon.

Thousands of miles away on the northwest battlefield, Lu Jintang was looking at the falling snow and putting the letter he had written home into his arms.

He didn't know that at this moment, there was a stubborn figure running towards him against the wind and snow.