The Bronze Sparrow Locks Away the Spring

At the supper banquet for the princess of the Hou Mansion, everyone said that she was as gentle as jade and the cleanest young man in Luoyang City. Nineteen years old, she was born extremely well, her smile was like the wind in March, she was gentle and polite to everyone, like a spring breeze. The servants said she was gentle and kind-hearted, and the ladies said she was unattainable. No one knew that her clean eyes hid a cold and sinister heart. No one knew that she stood outside her mother's new concubine's courtyard every night, looking at the lighted window, for most of the night. Liu Wu is her mother's woman. Twenty-three years old, from the south of the Yangtze River, with a troublesome face, and a flick of his eyes that can steal a woman's soul away. She married the fifty-eight-year-old head of the Xiao family. Everyone knew what she wanted. I saw her for the first time at the supper party. She was sitting on the porch embroidering mandarin ducks. He heard the footsteps and looked up at her. Her eyes were watery and very cute. "Miss." She called her, her voice so soft it could squeeze water out of her mouth. The dinner party smiled, called "aunt" respectfully, put down the food box and left. After walking ten steps, she stopped and looked back. She was biting a lychee with her head lowered, and the juice stained her lips, which were bright red. Xiaoyan looked away and slowly clenched his fingers in his sleeves. She thought: sooner or later this woman will come to her. Sure enough. Three months later, she came. On a moonlit night, he wore a light red shirt with the lapels loose and knocked on her door with lotus seed soup. She said it was boring to watch the moon alone and wanted to buy the lady a drink. Xiao Yan looked into her eyes and saw the bright desire in them. She wanted a child, the kind her mother could not give her. She thought she was the hunter. He didn't say anything at the supper banquet. He picked up his wine glass and touched it with her. After that night, the supper party no longer just stood outside her courtyard. She climbed over the wall and went in, pushed her door open, and sat down beside her bed. She didn't refuse. How could she refuse? She is so lonely, like a flower that is about to dry up, trying desperately to get water from anyone who catches it. What she doesn't know is that Supper longs for love more than she does. In nineteen years, she had never owned anything. A mother's love is conditional. The respect of servants is because of her surname, and the admiration of a woman is because of her identity. There was only her, with her child in her belly and her blood and bones flowing in her body. She was hers, top to bottom, inside and out. But she ran away. With a five-month-old belly, I slipped out of the west corner door and ran away with a cousin who appeared out of nowhere. When Xiaoyan received the news, she was writing in the study. She put down the pen and wiped the ink stains on her hands, her expression unchanged. "Let her run," she said. The guard was stunned. "Let her run away," Xiao Yan looked down at the handwriting he had written. There were only two words on it, "If she runs far away, no one will bother us." She crumpled the words into a ball and threw them into the brazier. The Queen of Heaven found her on a awning boat by the canal. She huddled in the corner of the cabin, and her face turned pale the moment she saw her. Xiaoyan bent down and reached out to brush away the broken hair from her forehead. His movements were as gentle as water. "Auntie," she said with a smile, "Have you had enough fun?" "Enough fun, let's go home." What happened next was aroused in Luoyang city. Some people say that the young lady from the Hou Mansion is crazy. She keeps her daughter in the backyard and even the head of the family won't let her see her. Some people also say that Miss Houfu is very gentle. She personally serves the woman every day, serving her tea and water, squeezing her feet and rubbing her legs. She is even more considerate than her original wife. Liu Wu knew that she was very gentle, so gentle that she even cared about what she ate, drank, and when she slept. When she became gentle, he squatted on the ground and squeezed her swollen feet, and kept her awake all night long. Liu Wu also hated her, and she hated her again and again, but she also hated her for not loving her. But the child in her belly grew up day by day, and the kicks in her belly became harder and harder, and her heart became softer and softer. It's not just the soft-hearted kids. Soft-hearted supper. [Reading Guide] Double clean, 1v1, he Miss Marquis × Charming young lady, the attacker is a few years younger than the receiver The surface is as warm and moist as jade, but in reality it is white and black, and it is damp and crazy. The heroine takes the initiative to lure the attacker into pregnancy, runs with the ball, and seizes it with force. Purpose: Promote love and justice