When Xu Huairou was young, she really felt that her life was very good. She had a prominent family background, a very smart head, and a very beautiful face, but her engagement with the royal family was the most inconspicuous part of it.
But she was overjoyed.
"Huaijin, Daddy told me that our marriage has been decided! I'm going to marry you soon!" The kite was hanging on a tall willow tree. The boy's hand tightened on the kite, his ears turned red, and he almost sprained his feet when he jumped down.
"Huairou, I will be good to you." The usually talkative young man reached out and handed the kite over, his eyes full of seriousness.
"I believe you." There was a hint of cunning in the girl's eyes, "If you don't treat me well, then I will leave you, thousands of miles away from you."
The wind in Shangjing was really strong, blowing the snowflakes in the sky in Shangjing.
The wind, frost and snow blew up the wind and sand at the frontier to bury the resentment of the loyal soul, and blew up the red wedding dress and turned it into the white gauze of the mourning hall.
"Huaijin, I have no home." The girl's hand was slender and soft in the wind and snow, as if a piece of snow could crush it, but she was so firm in supporting him.
"Huaijin, I will be by your side. No matter what, I will stand firmly on your side and walk with you."
"Huaijin, stand up." She stretched out her hand and rescued him from death again and again.
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Qingshan is lucky enough to bury loyal bones, but power corrupts the hearts of loyal souls.
The wind in the border town is cold, but it cannot cool the eyes of the powerful officials in the capital; the land in the border town is desolate, but it cannot be desolate in the hearts of the princes in the capital.
Intention: The family and the country are important, and personal matters are small.