[Weak and scheming cousin vs. Cold-blooded prince]
Fang Xuerong was originally a lady from a scholarly family. Unexpectedly, her parents died one after another, and her lover broke off the engagement. Her uncle was reluctant to take over this mess. Fortunately, my aunt took pity on me and joined the Marquis Mansion, so I could find a place to stay.
But although my aunt is the wife of the Hou Mansion, she is the Hou Ye's step-mother. There are also many concubines in the backyard of the Hou Mansion, and there is an undercurrent of turmoil.
Fang Xuerong knew that he was living under someone else's roof, so he had to pay attention to everything and be cautious in everything, lest he displease the master of the house.
On this day, her aunt suddenly called her to her side, caressed her cheek with soft grass, and her tears fell suddenly.
Fang Xuerong was worried: "Aunt...?"
The aunt gently pushed her out the door: "Go and welcome your eldest cousin back home."
Fang Xuerong came out anxiously, pretending not to see her aunt's guilty tears.
The rain is falling on the eaves, dripping, dripping, like weeping.
Fang Xuerong held on to a lilac-colored oil-paper umbrella and stood against the railing.
Someone is coming from afar. The man was wearing a solemn purple official robe, with big sleeves flying, and his expression was indifferent, and he was about to pass by.
Fang Xuerong gritted his teeth, stretched out his hand, grabbed his sleeve, stared at his twitching Adam's apple, and said with a blush, "Cousin is fine."
She raised her eyes, trying her best to make her features more delicate.
But I met a pair of eyes that saw everything.
Gu Xuanshu lost his mother when he was young, his father was a romantic, and his stepmother and aunts filled the backyard. He never cared about it. After all, his mother had secured the throne for him long ago.
His battlefield has never been this little prince's mansion, but the treacherous palace palace.
That day, when he went back to his hometown to collect the letter, he bumped into a woman with a curvaceous posture, delicate and soft, pretending to be a chance encounter.
He sneered, deliberately treating her as nothing, and strode past her.
The next moment, the cuffs of his sleeves were gently pulled. He turned around and saw a timid but extremely charming face.
……
The tent was drooped, and while the quilt was being tossed, Gu Xuanshu resisted her cry that was about to come out: "Why, weren't you the one who provoked me first?"
Fang Xuerong was about to cry but had no tears. There were red marks on her snow-white arms. She raised her hand to wipe her sweaty temples. Feeling ashamed and annoyed, she raised her foot and kicked him: "You obviously knew it a long time ago..."
"Yes, I knew it earlier." Gu Xuanshu's eyes were heavy, and he picked up her limp body, with a half-hearted smile on his lips, "Now, you and I have got what we wanted."
Intention: Flowers bloom in the mud and grow into trees with all your strength
