A Pair of Mandarin Ducks Stir Up Chang'an

Bold and brave, full of swagger, one childhood sweetheart shared by two.

The general puts on makeup before the mirror, while a pear blossom weighs down a crabapple tree.

Once upon a time, there was a chancellor's son, with red lips, white teeth, and a willowy figure. By day, he pretended to be delicate and frail; by night, he practiced martial arts.

At the same time, there was a general's daughter, commanding and noble, who rode into battle and loathed putting on makeup.

One day, a wicked wind blew in from Chang'an, stirring the hearts of the chancellor's son and the general's daughter, setting them fluttering and making them fight back!

Think of that year, when the Matchmaker tossed a red thread as thick as a rope down to earth, stroked his beard, and said: Don't rush, let the red thread fly for a while!

1. This story is very silly and full of ridiculous posturing.

2. The tyrant must fall into the latrine.

3. The wicked wind rises and the clouds fly. After a year, your lord has returned to dig a pit and bury people. Please nag me to update!

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