Chu Ning married a handsome, sickly peasant man, just because he looked right in her eyes.
Although her husband, Fu Yuanxi, was born in a farmer's family, he could not carry his shoulders or lift his hands. He had a beautiful face and fair skin, and he could only read, which made her feel pity for him.
Chu Ning sighed, who told her to only love beauty?
She goes to the fields with a hoe every day, goes out early and returns early, planting and picking vegetables, and drying some flower petals and dried salted fish. Occasionally she sees other women's fingers being slender, but she doesn't feel any worse than other women's women.
Fortunately, her husband never disliked her for being lazy, stupid and unable to study. He also drew her eyebrows, combed her hair, put on hairpins for her, and made beautiful clothes for her.
Chu Ning thought, she was miserable in the first half of her life, but she got a good husband in the second half of her life. It was worth living the rest of her life like this.
In the first year of Yuanqing, the new emperor ascended the throne and searched for his chief minister Mei Jiangli.
Chu Ning was eating melon seeds in the teahouse when she heard that the scholar was furious, saying that the powerful and treacherous minister was majestic in appearance and ruthless. He faked his death and escaped, but secretly set up a trap to help the new emperor ascend to the throne. At this time, he must be strategizing to kill the former treacherous minister.
When she looked at the sun, she only thought about her sick and frail husband at home.
The sun was going down and she had to go home. It would not be too late to listen to the storyteller tomorrow.
When she returned home, her husband was waiting for her at the door. When he saw her, he coughed lightly and pushed her wind-blown hair behind her ears: "Madam, the night is cold, why are you dressed so thin? You have to come back early tomorrow."
She nodded obediently, "Okay, okay, I know..."
The husband smiled tenderly, took her hand, and entered the house.
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What Chu Ning didn't know was that an hour ago, her husband was wearing a worn-out cotton robe, lighting an oil lamp, reviewing secret reports that had been rushed from eight hundred miles away from the capital.
The tip of the pen is cinnabar, as bright as blood.
At the signing place, the new emperor who was supported by Mei Jiangli asked earnestly: "Teacher, you have been hiding for many days, when will you return to the court?"
He hung the map of mountains and rivers above the candles and watched the tongues of fire carelessly lick up the gold and ink characters.
The new emperor urged him more and more urgently, the court was in chaos, and countless pairs of eyes were searching for the "deceased" chief minister in the dark, not only his old enemies, brothers, and mentors. The tranquility of this countryside was like stolen time, crumbling.
I thought that he would have no plan to lay out the world for his whole life, but now he is facing an unprecedented problem...
"Husband, I heard that the chief assistant named Mei is not a good person. Fortunately, we are just common people and don't have to worry about that person."
In the world of mortals, Chu Ning stared at him as he drank the bitter medicine, his pretty face full of sorrow: "Husband, don't be afraid, I have plenty of strength. If he dares to send someone to bully us, I will chop him with a kitchen knife!"
Mei Jiangli put down the medicine bowl, his black hair scattered on his shoulders. He pulled out the jade hairpin, gathered up his plain white robe, leaned forward with a smile on his face, gently wiped off the fallen flowers on Chu Ning's temples, and said warmly: "My lady is right."
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Marriage first, love later, a lost-horse literature, focusing on a healing system that comes naturally to the common people of the country and the country.
Regarding the plot, there are some plots of court games, but it serves the emotional line and character growth. It is not a hard-core plot, and strives to be logically self-consistent, inclusive, inclusive.
The male protagonist is a sick, weak and powerful minister, while the female protagonist is the ceiling of strength. She has so many vests that I don't know where to start...
Intention: May you love yourself and have a smooth and magnanimous life.
