The year Jiang Wan died, the suburbs of Beijing were buried under three feet of snow.
She was lying in the woodshed with ulcers all over her body. She heard someone say: Duke An Guo said that the Jiang family was filthy and was not allowed to enter the Gu family's tomb after death.
She closed her eyes and thought that in her next life, she would be a beggar without even touching Gu Jue's finger.
When I opened my eyes again, the red candle was shining brightly, and the combined wine was still warm.
Outside the screen, Gu Jue's voice was as cold as ice: "Jiang Wan, you and I cannot disobey the holy orders."
But she ran over barefoot, slapped a piece of paper in front of him, and smiled carelessly:
"What a coincidence, I was just about to say - I beg you to cancel this marriage."
Everyone thought Jiang Wan was acting again.
Until she really moved out of the main courtyard, opened a shop, went into business with Mr. Xie, learned riding and shooting from General Cui, and threw away the title of "Mrs. Anguo" as a burden.
The cold and dignified Gu Guogong began to stand under the plane tree outside her courtyard every night——
When she locks the door, he climbs over the wall; when she hides from him, he hands out candy.
Later, there was a thunderstorm on a rainy night, and Jiang Wan woke up with a fright and fell into a hot embrace.
The man's fingertips rubbed against the red mole behind her ear, and his voice was so hoarse that it trembled:
"Forget it after the dream is burned out."
"For the rest of my life, Xu Qing is happy and is not allowed to escape."
