If Zhang Sheng Were a Girl

I am the matchmaker, Miss Yingying's personal maid. The only important thing in my life is to protect her. I saw Zhang Sheng for the first time under the moon. He was as clear and moist as jade. The sentimental young lady secretly wishes, and the young master in troubled times is making every move, but I am on guard at every turn. He who crossed the wall to reward his charm was frivolous; his rescue of the besieged temple was a calculation. I firmly believe that this is just another drama about coveting the power of the prime minister's house. Until that night, the wind and dew were cool. I came in with a cup of tea, the candle shadow flickered red, and I saw the truth of the man who had taken off his green shirt—— Wrapped in plain silk, the daughter's body is completely covered; when she raises her eyes, the clear glow is better than the frost and snow. She said: "My whole family is overturned, so I can only use this opportunity to lose my body, strive for fame, and seek justice." Thunder fell in the quiet room. It turned out that the "disciple" I was so wary of was actually a fellow traveler who was traveling alone through hardships. In the embroidered pavilion, the brocade book was secretly passed on. The hands of the three women held each other quietly in a small space of heaven and earth. This world will eventually become the paradise we have painted with our own hands. Purpose: I don't envy mandarin ducks or immortals, but I hope that sisters can work together to build a better world.