During the Yonghe period of Dasheng, Shen Jinping, the legitimate daughter of the Marquis of Jing'an, was the most troublesome person in the entire capital.
She gave birth to a deserted skin, but she could carry it more clearly than anyone else. Xing Wang Zhu Huan had been stalking him for a year, and she didn't even bother to raise her eyelids - even though that person was the late emperor's direct grandson and current cousin, and his rosy face deceived all the ladies in the city. Zhu Huan did not believe in evil, and the more he ignored him, the more aggressive he became. He climbed over walls to send flowers, and drunkenly smashed doors. The word "shameless" was engraved in his bones.
Until Diancang sent a young hero, Lu Qingya, to Beijing to deliver a message under the orders of his master.
The young man carried an old sword on his back and wore a half-worn Taoist robe. He stood next to the bench in the gatehouse of the Hou Mansion, his back as straight as a green bamboo pole. The look he looked at Shen Jinping was so clean that when he wasn't looking, he would sigh in the dead of night.
One is like fire, burning people with nowhere to hide.
One is like water, and it reaches the knees unconsciously.
Shen Jinping thought she could sit on the embroidery floor forever, treating her two hearts as begonia flowers outside the window, just look at them and not pick them.
But she forgot - Yun couldn't help herself.
Wherever the wind blows, it will drift.
As for which hill you ended up on?
No rush. This drama has just begun.
Don't understand, can't understand