He picked up a poem volume at random and recited three chapters in detail. The first reading was quite enjoyable, but the second reading suddenly made me sad.
In the year when he became the champion of Li millet, he accidentally stole the glory of a child from a certain family in the same department:
Xie Si, the youngest son of the prime minister, was seventeen years old and was a Jinshi. He was rarely famous, his tolerance was not sluggish, and he was the most romantic at the time.
People at that time admired his talent and often compared the two with the same name, saying that one was pitiful and the other was proud, and the young man was romantic.
I heard that Mr. Xie was disdainful, so arrogant and arrogant.
Li Miao looked on with cold eyes. He was born in a humble family and was not ashamed. Why should he use his own pity to fulfill the pride of others?
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Xie Sihua was often sick in his childhood, and only after years of warmth and nourishment did he get better and gradually recover;
He remembered that in the past few years, there was a sick man in the capital who was as famous as him. The two of them had the same cold and cold face, and they never looked good on others.
The children of the aristocratic family often avoid her and do not dare to provoke her. There is a rumor in the capital: The white girl Xie Lang is pitiful and proud;
Finally, it was easy to change it to: Bai Nu is pitiful, Xie Lang is proud.
The young lady from the Bai family died in the late spring when she was thirteen years old.
Xie Si was in a trance as he spoke, and realized that the two of them had never met each other before in their lives.
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In the past, I had a false reputation. You were addicted to medicine and I was sick. I have cared about this all my life. God is thankful.
——"Fengling Baizi returns"
##Description:
1. Resurrection of a talented girl from a famous family & a son of a famous family who became famous at a young age
2.1V1, double c, two sick beauties running in both directions
3. Bai Yueguang, the young master who died, is back
Intention: Compose poetry, chat and sit in the spring breeze, looking at each other in the past and never seeing each other again