The poem says: Watching the rise and fall among the brocades, throwing them away to exchange them for gold.
Stand up and watch the startling branches rolling over the huge waves, and watch the clouds stop in the middle of your sleeves.
Let's say that the prosperity in the capital is no better than anywhere else. You Jingzhi came to Beijing with tens of millions of dollars, expecting to find a high-ranking wife, but unexpectedly, those guys, who claimed to be from an aristocratic family, had their eyelids rolled straight to their foreheads, and even spared a small post about a garden tour to this foreign girl.
Jingzhi sneered: It's a rule, right? Let me make one myself.
As time goes by, Jingzhi wins a top-notch scholar in the teahouse.
This young man's name was Xu Ting, and his courtesy name was Guanyun. He had a picturesque face, and even though his clothes had turned white after being washed, he couldn't suppress his dignity.
Unfortunately, he was so poor that he had to save money carefully even for a piece of rice paper.
Jingzhi waved his hand and threw a piece of gold ingot: "Follow me, I will take you to eat and drink."
The young man's eyes flashed, he was as docile as a newly weaned puppy, and he bowed his head in response.
Jingzhi just thought she had a good little brother who worked hard to collect debts, but she didn't realize that all political opponents who stood in her way were quietly destroying their families.
Until the eldest princess held a royal spring banquet, Jingzhi originally wanted to kill everyone as a new talent.
When she looked up, she saw the chief of the old aristocratic camp, her "poor puppy" sitting at attention.
He was wearing luxurious court clothes, smiling casually, and decided the life or death of a third-grade official in an understatement.
Across the layers of brocade, their eyes collided. You Jingzhi took a breath: "It's broken. My border collie has mutated?"
Xu Ting avoided everyone, raised his peach blossom eyes, and said innocently:
——"Zhizhi, they bully me, don't you care?"
Intention: Looking up at the stars in the abyss of power
