Fengjing Ballad

On the wedding night, he lifted his hijab and said, "You are just something forced on me by my father." Feng Yao knelt in the snow and waited for him to return home. When he waited, he spurred his horse and splashed her with mud and water. He took the soup he had made with his own hands to the study, but it was poured at his feet without even raising his eyes. After he was drunk, he dragged her to the bed, but what he called was the name of another woman - Shen Qingyi, the orphan of the Taifu, the white moonlight he had hidden in his heart for ten years. She bit her quilt and endured everything, just because she firmly believed that he saved the life. But when the truth was revealed, the boy who came on horseback from the dense forest on the outskirts of Beijing was actually his twin brother, Prince Duan Sikoyan, who was guarding the border far away. At the palace banquet on New Year's Eve, he publicly punished Bai Yueguang by kneeling in the snow for two hours in order to let her sit down. Silk and bamboo were laughing in the hall, and snow fell on their shoulders outside the hall. Feng Yao threw the broken arrow he had collected close to him into the moat. The moment he stood up from the snow, his heart died. Prince Duan, who was returning to court, picked up the broken arrow and his pupils shrank suddenly - this was an old thing from his youth. The girl he had been looking for for six years was actually his wife-in-law. She personally overturned old cases, beheaded traitors, cut off wings, and went from being a trampled abandoned concubine to the top of Danqi. But after losing her, he looked back like crazy, crushing the red plum blossoms in the palace just to beg her to take a look. But when he finally knelt in front of her and admitted his mistake, Feng Yao just waved his sleeves and said, "Your Majesty, I wanted your heart in the past, but you didn't give it to me. Now I don't want it anymore." One person misidentified, one person paid incorrectly, and one person missed it. Among the red walls and green tiles, the deepest resentment is not hatred. I once cut my heart open for you to see, but you smashed it with your own hands.