Lu Xuyan, the eldest son of Duke Rongguo, was a person in Beijing. He was weak in the scientific examination and won three yuan in a row.
When he entered the palace, he was the minister of Dali Temple, and at the age of twenty-five, he was the third-rank Zhongshu Ling.
It was a good year, and countless people came to the capital to ask for marriage, but he only said: "The people in the family are strict, and Lu has thanked everyone for their kindness."
Everyone wants to know what kind of person the Lu family's elder brother cares about, but they have no way of knowing.
But one day, I watched the Lu family's carriage passing through the long street, the curtains were lifted by the wind, and the Lu family's elder man held the person in his arms, only seeing a pair of green-white wrists.
The ending feels a bit rushed