Everyone in Ping'an City knows that there are four unique talents among the wealthy families. The most proud is Young Master Xiao, the best is Princess Sheng, and the most unattainable Miss Qing Yida of Duke Yong's Palace.
One stone stirs up a thousand waves.
After the engagement and exchange of marriages, the green plums withered, and the women who rolled their eyes at the wealthy banquet were so angry that Lin Ruoer, who married into the palace and used General Pei as a shield, thought clearly...
If the moon is dark and the sun is rising, are you afraid of the Ming Dynasty? Bai Jinmei, who is already blessed with a tall head and a scar, but her mother-in-law has a short face, thinks that she has ruined her ladylike appearance and yet she still refuses to answer in court. It turns out that this is not hidden, and she is blindly exploring his hypocrisy with true feelings!
Even if the flashy soft hug makes a shadow, I dare not deny the big deception of the emperor and the nobles. I will stumble and wait for re-examination. I will laugh through the crazy journey and get angry. Finally, I will stand in the city in the fairy clouds, sprinkle the clear wind and clouds and cross the cliff.
The boy's iron horse rides the horse, and the girl's belly is full of infatuation. This is the strong wind and wild sand catching a couple outside the alley. I can't wait for too many lingering love stories. The blue sky is far across a piece of Chen Dan and Zhu Fan. They laugh and confess to the guest stars that death is their birthday. This sentence is sonorous and splashes on the sloping bank of the broken bridge. The fragrant noise on the slope bank of the broken bridge makes the farthest end unyielding. From then on, they move towards peace...
The rumors are gone, and they will never be tired of coming again. Quickly wipe them off, and Qing Shenghua hides in. Only the acquaintance is left. Biyu is in a dream. When the smoke is full in front of the truth, it seems to be a love letter that surrounds Ming Xiulan, musk deer and war horse. Or is it still a human decision? It is clear that there will be no dust in this life. You are the stupidest, the last drop. The white horse is already high enough, it is difficult to make a promise, but the true and false are about to be recorded in the long bones.
