He was once a talented and talented minister of the former dynasty who died for his fallen country.
Today, he is an "unnamed person" in a mass grave. He crawled out of the mud and despair and hid in a dilapidated and miscellaneous courtyard in the city.
She is the gentle and beautiful lady next door, Lu Shouchun. She seems to be as supple as water. She grows medicine and makes tea every day, and is indifferent to the world.
Two strangers with secrets met in a deserted courtyard.
He weeds and turns the soil, she sows and waters the flowers; he grinds ink and keeps accounts, and she mixes flour and stuffing.
From tidying up abandoned courtyards to jointly opening a flower shop and dessert shop, who would have thought that the competition between merchants in the market would actually become a chessboard for the former young master to display his skills.
They "worked step by step and planned strategies", building a small world amidst the fireworks in the market.
He didn't know that her gentle appearance hid the same unyielding iron bones; she also didn't know what kind of weight of mountains and rivers he had shouldered behind his idleness.
However, the turmoil of the previous dynasty has not been resolved, and the new emperor's hawks and dogs are still searching for traces of "rebels" in the dark. When the character of a scholar encounters the intrigues of the temple, when the quiet courtyard is once again involved in the world's disputes - should you choose to completely hide this lost and recovered glimmer of light, or once again grasp the spark that can start a prairie fire?
"The spring garden has bones and will not flatter the east wind."
Even in the quagmire, there is an unbreakable backbone.
Intention: The spring garden has bones and does not flatter the east wind.