When Han Heng came back from drinking with his friends, he heard that the fiancée he had arranged for when he was a child had arrived.
The little girl was sixteen or seventeen, just out of mourning. She was still wearing a half-linen white shirt, with no flowers on her temples, and a slick of black hair. She was half-sitting beside the old lady's bed, her hands placed neatly on her knees.
Seeing him coming, she stood up slowly, bowed her head and said, "Young Master."
Han Heng looked down and saw only a section of snow-white neck, with a bright red string hanging out from the collar.
It's like a black and white ink painting with a touch of red.
Really white. Han Heng thought.
On the wedding night, when she took off her clothes, she realized that hanging under the red rope was a snow-white jade pendant, which was the same as her name:
Angelica dahurica, Xia Baizhi.
Want to get dirty.
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A drowning person, unable to reach the shore after struggling, will drag others along with him to drown, die, and become a floating corpse.
But fortunately, Xia Baizhi is a piece of elm wood and will not sink.
So he hugged her so tightly.
But one day, this piece of wood has to go.
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One day, a friend asked: How about marrying into the Han family?
Xia Baizhi: It's not easy to leave.
[Reading Tips]
①Probably solid elm wood x hollow honeycomb briquettes, marriage first, love later, women are weak and men are crazy.
②1V1, sc, he
③The overhead background is a free-spirited work, feudal dross, I don't like to point out the cross.
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Intention: Self-reliance and self-reliance
