At the Qujiang Banquet in late spring, all the children of aristocratic families competed to offer treasures, but Shen Mianzhu was curled up in a soft sedan covered with fox fur, and he was carelessly playing with half a dead lotus with his fingertips.
Someone snickered: "The direct daughter of the Shen family has always been delicate and naive. She may not even be able to tell the difference between good and bad things for viewing."
Before he finished speaking, the cold-faced general guarding the border in the north of the town reined in his horse, threw the newly hunted snow fox fur into the sedan, and said in a cold voice: "She is afraid of the cold."
Hidden in the shadow of the bamboo, the twin doctors lowered their eyes and crushed the herbs, with restrained obsession surging in their eyes: "She had a cough last night and needs the Luhua ointment that I brewed with my own hands."
The actor in charge of the Imperial City Dark Network tapped the jade plate lightly, and his voice was filled with possessiveness: "There are so many things in the world, but she is the only one who is worthy of me singing half my life's joys and sorrows."
Even the hermit painter, who had lived in the mountains for a long time, stood quietly outside the sedan chair, holding a blurry painting of mountains and rivers, waiting for her to look up.
Others wonder why such a lazy and delicate lady, whose words and deeds are often out of touch with common sense, makes all the proud men bow down.
It wasn't until a secret that had been hidden for centuries was revealed that everyone was shocked -
The Persian cat that seems to be trapped in a golden cage is actually the chess player who holds the palm of his hand to determine the world. All his absurd actions are all hidden fronts.
