
Follow the story of Xiao Ling or Tan Jia Li and Liu Bei in the story of the General, I love you.
The story is full of sadness the struggle of a woman who was stranded in the past to become a great general. A story that saps tears and joy.
*A promise is a debt that must be paid even though several times the life must be passed, as well as a debt of love.*
Nanjing 2020 ….
In a luxurious house in Nanjing-China with a spacious courtyard and full of luxuries all ART is busy preparing for the wedding with bright red decorations as a sacred symbol of happiness.
Mr. Tan Fuk Ming, a wealthy businessman, married his only daughter Tan Xiao Ling, often called Xiao Ling or Aling, to the son of the number one Chinese businessman Liu Bei was the third son of Lord Liu Bang.
Marriage is based on arranged marriage because of a cooperation agreement not because of love. Tan Xiao Ling had just finished her studies at Harvard University had to go home in a hurry because she was told that her widowed father was seriously ill. So he took a quick flight from America-China.
"Papa, hangin!" inner Xiao Ling repeatedly.
However, when he arrived at the house he did not expect if he would be married to a man who was completely unknown let alone loved.
"Father, who's getting married?" tanya Tan Xiao Ling looked at her freshly fit papa without any pain.
"Papa, what is the meaning of all this?"
"Ling'er, you've grown up and you deserve to be married, not a good daughter to have a career. You need a companion to carry on the family name. So, today is your wedding" said Tan Fuk Ming
"Papa, I know. But, I still want to finish my S2 first!" tan Xiao Ling replied, he had already planned many wonderful things for his future.
"No, can! We owe Mr. Liu Bang too much. So he asked you to marry his third son Liu Bei" said Tan Fuk Ming.
"Papa, I don't want to! This is not an old age to be betrothed to," argued Tan Xiao Ling.
"Papa won't, you know! You should get married today too! Uhhwa!" tan Fuk Ming shouted to one of his female ART.
"Yes, Sir!" reply Meihwa with great respect.
"Reply, Aling. He should get married right now," Tan Fuk Ming ordered to leave the family room.
Bruk!
Tan Xiao Ling immediately fell down, Xiao Ling did not expect that she should get married, "If I knew this, I would not go home!" his weakness.
"Come, Young Miss!" bring Meihwa.
Xiao Ling was forced to get up and dress pretty but, in her little heart, "I'll run away anyhow," her inner self, "how could it possibly marry an unknown man?
"What if he doesn't have a hand, a sense of humor, or oh, my God .. I can go crazy!" tan Xiao Ling's inner people did not believe the madness his father was doing.
Finally Meihwa and some of the bride's make-up fairies finished dressing Tan Xiao Ling in a traditional red wedding dress. His father still held firm to their ancient traditions, sometimes leaving Xiao Ling in a fog.
As everyone went to do their respective work, Tan Xiao Ling sneakingly tried to escape, she looked over the attic that was about 12 meters away from the ground and her room.
"It's too high, if I don't make it then my leg will break. In fact, maybe I'll die," his mind complained, "but it's even worse if I marry the Liu Bei I don't recognize!" continuing his mind, he sighed.
"I'm really like a fruit simalakama, I don't eat me dead eaten I still poisoned" he said.
Slowly Xiao Ling opened her extremely long robe of red-flamed bridal clothes that were several meters tall dragging on the floor, embroidered phoenixes.
Tan Xiao Ling stretched out and tied the bridal robe to one of the legs of her bed support. Slowly and surely Xiao Ling began to crawl using a rope made from her expensive wedding robe
However, halfway down the road when Xiao Ling came down, the rope of her bridal robe caught the iron fence of the balcony on the third floor until it was torn.
Jia Li's body immediately floated to the ground and was hit by a petunia vase right on the head, "Oh!" lament Xiao Ling.
Tan Xiao Ling sensed that her entire body was rapidly entering into a terrifying vortex of wind, making a great tremor so that her entire entrails felt like coming out.
The blouse!
"Well! Huh!" xiao Ling's breathing was burning, he immediately regained his eyes.
Tan Xiao Ling was so confused by the surroundings, she saw some men wearing old warrior clothes were shrouding her.
"Who are you?" the hardship was confused and surprised.
"General Jia Li, thank goodness Miss survived!" said a man.
"General? Who is the General?" xiao Ling asked confusedly.
Tan Xiao Ling looked at all the men who were covering her with one another and was puzzled, "Did the arrow wound make the General slightly forget his memory?" ask someone.
"I ..," said Xiao Ling, he began to remember that he had fallen from the balcony of his bedroom.
But now he is in another world. He felt the body he was still wearing armor with all the war knick-knacks, he felt his hand there was also a light iron plate to protect from arrows or enemy attacks.
"What's going on?" "General Jia Li? Who's that?" mind's fucked.
"A Qin soldier managed to shoot the General, sorry we were off guard and could not protect the General. Punish, us!" shouted all the soldiers in front of him respectfully and kneeled down.
Tan Xiao Ling was even more confused, "I'm a general? How could? Was there a general named Jia Li in the kingdom? Oh my goodness, I entered in the past. What dynasty is this?" his mind is getting confused.
"What year is this?" ask him to make sure he's where.
"This is in the year 221 Saka," said one of the soldiers.
"What?!" tan Xiao Ling shouted.
Tan Xiao Ling's shout made all of his soldiers flinch. He recalled that year was the Han dynasty that ruled during the golden age of China. At that time, the Han Dynasty tried to unite all countries to become its subordinates.
Tan Xiao Ling tried to stand up all her iron clothes felt heavy. But he is still moving. Xiao Ling looked at the waist there was a thin sword.
"Crazy! Do I have to use this? I can only taekwondo and Tai chi not war!" xiao Ling's mind was getting more and more chaotic.
"All right, you guys go first! I want to think, "get rid of Tan Xiao Ling.
"General, the envoy from Yangmen City asks us to help the desperate warlord Liu Bei immediately" he said.
"What's? Liu Bei?" xiao Ling asked even more muddled, "why does that name always make me mess up?" confused mind.
"Isn't it because of that name that I'm stranded here," Xiao Ling's inner voice was upset.
"Yes, Your Majesty! Warlord Liu Bei," said his soldier, "are there any other generals?" continued soldier.
"No, ada!" reply Xiao Ling haughtily, he waved his hand.
"There must be a battle ...," his inner self, he fell silent.
"How was our battle?" xiao Ling asked, he wanted to avoid the question of remembering the words of his subordinates if he was grounded.