There was a notorious traitor in the Li Dynasty named Shen Diaoxue.
History books say that he had a group of wives and concubines in his thirties, collaborated with the enemy and treason in his forties, and finally ended up with his entire family being executed.
In history and Chinese language topics, he is always used as a negative example to serve as a foil for the protagonist. Without him, it is really vicious to harm the loyal and good.
Xue Miaomiao is a sophomore in high school this year, and the third door she chose is politics, history and geography. The history teacher is a little old man who loves to talk about life experiences.
When he was talking about it for the third time, Xue Miaomiao couldn't stand it anymore and fell asleep on the desk. When I opened my eyes again, I saw swaying red silk above my head, a bumpy sedan chair beneath me, and a phoenix crown and harem that started at five pounds.
There were loud gongs and drums outside, and the suona made her temples throb. I vaguely heard someone shouting: "The Lord Luan of Yunyang County has arrived——"
Xue Miaomiao:? ? ?
It took her a minute to accept the fact that she had traveled through time.
It took two minutes to confirm that the original owner was an orphan from the clan whose parents had died, and had just been given a marriage by the emperor to a general he had never met.
I spent three minutes thinking about whether I should just lift the curtain and run away at this moment, or take off the heavy phoenix crown on my head first.
Before I could figure it out, the sedan stopped.
A hand with sharp bones opened the sedan curtain and stretched out in front of her. The voice was low, but with a warmth that was completely different from the wind and sand at the border:
"County Lord, we're here."
Xue Miaomiao stared at the hand, and quickly recalled the time-traveling library he had seen before in his mind——
Some become rich heroines in pastoral novels, while others start a happy life in novels by becoming heroines of wealthy families. However, no one told her what to do when she got married on the first day of time travel.
But her history teacher once said: What liberal arts students are best at is talking about people and telling myths about ghosts.
Xue Miaomiao took a deep breath and put her hand up.
The hand froze slightly, then squeezed her tightly.
The noise outside the sedan came in, and she squeezed his fingers tightly.
Never mind.
Let's worship first.
Let's talk after we say goodbye.
After all, liberal arts students know one thing best - come and go
But when I opened the first page of the marriage certificate, it read: There is no standard answer to this question.
Xue Miaomiao: How is this different from the difficulty level of the college entrance examination mathematics hell!
Intention: The wind of the long river of history will last forever