Young General in Fresh Clothes and Angry Horse × Damp and Melancholy Little White Flower
When Wei Zhuo entered the palace with his father when he was young, a figure in plain clothes fell into his eyes on the jade steps - Zhao Pingwu was bending down to pick up the paper kite that had been blown down by the wind, without even a single flower in his hair.
After five years of iron-blooded fighting, the Xiongnu conquered eighteen counties. At the celebration banquet, the emperor asked Wei Zhuo what reward he wanted. The young general knelt on one knee with his armor still on: "My lord, I want to marry Princess Yongning."
The whole court was in an uproar. Who knew that Yongning's biological mother was convicted and died young, and she was the default choice to marry her.
With the red candle burning high, Wei Zhuo gently held Princess Yongning's cold hand.
But she turned her face sideways: "General, why do you want to marry me?"
Wei Zhuo made a move, the candlelight flickered in his eyes, and whispered: "Go to sleep, we have to get up early tomorrow."
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Zhao Pingwu lost her mother when she was young and lived alone in the palace for fifteen years. Until a marriage certificate was presented to her, it was her first time out of the cold palace.
Wei Zhuo treated her very well, so much so that it became a legend throughout the capital. But she was always calm - not raising her eyes when she was changing clothes for him, quietly pushing aside the dishes he had brought, and when he returned home late at night, the lights in her room were always turned off early.
Until that day when an assassin sneaked into the house, Wei Zhuo blocked a sword for her on his back, and his clothes were soaked with blood. Before he passed out, he hurriedly said to the guard: "Don't scare her... Don't let her see the blood."
Zhao Pingwu stayed in front of the sick bed for three days and three nights. When he woke up and saw Zhao Pingwu's red and swollen eyes, he smiled and sighed: "Why did you still see it?"
Small theater
At the beginning of spring, Zhao Pingwu found an old wooden box in the corner of Wei Zhuo's study. Inside were neatly placed: the hand rope she left behind when she was a child, the copy of her personal edict, his blood-stained wristbands on the battlefield... And a stack of papers, each with only one sentence written on it, and the handwriting ranged from childish to strong——
"Today she ate alone again."
"I wonder if the moon at the border shines into the small window of her cold palace."
"You win. You can go back and marry her."
"She smiled at me today."
The last one is new ink, which penetrates the back of the paper:
"The days are long and I have a lifetime to wait."
The magnolia bloomed outside the window, and the petals floated in, falling gently into her suddenly blurred vision.
1.1V1, SC, HE
2. The whole text is imaginary and daily oriented.
Purpose: Live hard
