The Diseased Rice Seedling in the Hou Mansion, Gasping for Breath Three Times with One Step, Raised the Stone Lion with One Hand

The day I dressed as the concubine of the Marquis Mansion, my biological mother died within a few days. Over the past sixteen years, I have lived my life as a transparent person: I would hold my hand on the wall when I walked, gasp when I spoke, and when my aunt deducted her monthly routine, I would lower my head and cough up blood to show her. The whole capital praised me for being law-abiding and disciplined, and being a role model among sick people. Until early that morning, a crazy horse hit the washerwoman in the backyard. I subconsciously reached out and held it down with one hand. The three-hundred-pound Crazy Horse knelt down on the spot, the coachman fell three feet away, and the whole place was completely silent. I looked down at my "weak and unable to take care of myself" hand, and cursed in my mind: Ling Shuang, Ling Shuang, can you keep a low fucking profile? The captain of the rescue team in the previous life, and the sick beauty concubine in this life. I can lift a stone lion with one hand, and I can cry for three seconds and pretend to be innocent. My sister-in-law gave me a coffin board as a betrothal gift, and I put a stone lion on her bedside as a gift in the middle of the night. My brother-in-law stood outside the window in the middle of the night and said, "I miss my sister." I copied a volume of the "Book of Filial Piety" in my backhand and gave it to him - the page about brothers, friends, and brothers, clearly folded. I intended to continue the performance until the Prince Regent sent for me to enter the palace. That powerful man blocked me in the study and smiled as warmly as jade: "Sixth Miss, the stone lion in your courtyard seems to have become lighter recently?" I looked up at him and smiled too: "Your Majesty, it was very windy that day. Did your people catch a cold?" He froze, then threw his head back and laughed. From that moment on, he had no intention of letting me go. But later, this former hunter began to stand at the city gate every day and deliver wontons to me. He said: You take your time, I'll wait. ——I am Shen Qinghe, I can carry the cauldron, but I only want to carry him alone.