Imprisoned Golden Bird

Yan Qinghe has a habit of standing up first when he hears footsteps. I learned this problem from the Gu family. When my husband was there, the soles of his boots were stained with the sand from the north. When he walked into the courtyard, he would always ask, "Where is the madam?", And the next sentence would be, "Sit down." As soon as she sat down, he came over and pinched her face again, his palms were so rough that it hurt, and he laughed at her for not growing any flesh after raising her in vain all these days. After that, those boots never entered the courtyard again. Bian Guan handed back a broken knife, but the coffin was empty. She knelt down with the knife all night, and was taken into the palace the next day. The footsteps in the palace were light, but they frightened her even more. The emperor's steps were the steadyest, and there was almost no sound when the soles of his boots stepped on the gold bricks. When she turned around, the god was already behind her. He put a hand on the back of her neck and rubbed the hollow of her neck with his thumb. His voice was so warm that nothing could be heard: "This child has lost weight again." She called your majesty, but the man said there was no need to live apart. She had sat on my knee when she was a child. She couldn't remember exactly how old she was. The man in the East Palace walked in a proper manner. He was three steps away from me, and his eyebrows were straight. Every cup of soup was tasted warm and cool with his own hands. She thanked him, and he lowered his eyes and said no, but his eyes always fell on the tight tie at her collar. My cousin never walked through the front door when he came. He climbed over the wall to dust himself off and begged for tea with a playful smile. He was the character she recognized when she was young, the poem she memorized, and the clean days she didn't dare to look back on. Now that he was a tutor, he still had that unserious tone. He grabbed her wrist when she was reaching for the tea cup, then let go and looked at her with a smile. She pulled back, and he moved forward. Never step out of line and never step back. Yan Qinghe didn't talk much. If the palace people say she is obedient, she will be obedient; if the Heavenly Family says she is left to take care of her, she will do so. I escaped twice. The first time I was stopped at the palace gate, and the second time I didn't reach the palace gate. There is gradually a rumor in the capital that the young widow of the Yan family has a good life and has been taken care of by the Tian family father and son one after another. Someone also called her Que'er behind her back. Beautifully dressed, raised in a golden cage, enjoying fine clothing and food, and being favored by thousands of people. And the birds just have to sing. "The golden bird that is imprisoned, the golden bird that is sought" Tips before viewing: 1. Robbery, all men are clean, the emperor is also clean, everyone keeps chastity for the heroine, and the heroes compete in the Shura field. There are no male protagonists in the copywriting 2. Phased 1v1, all plots serve the emotional line 3. The copy will be slightly adjusted, but the outline will remain unchanged. 4. I wish you a fortune The copy was screenshotted on 10.24 Intention: to be kind to others