Everyone in the capital knows that Yan Junzhe, the second son of the Yan family, is a dandy who only knows how to eat, drink and have fun. Qin Lou Chu Pavilion is half of his family, and cockfighting and horse racing are his serious business. He smiles affectionately, as if he cares about everyone, but also seems not to care about anyone.
Until that spring rain, he met Ci Qing.
The young general was dressed in black clothes, and he stopped his horse downstairs in the heavy rain. When he looked up at him, his eyes were bright and heavy, as if they were tempered by cold stars. Yan Junzhe's prodigal heart, which had been in the romantic field for twenty years, suddenly lost its sense of proportion in this look.
From then on, he started running to the general's mansion, rain or shine. Bring wine, cakes, and a lot of hospitality that has nothing to do. Ci Qing ignored him, and he just sat quietly on the porch and watched people practicing swordsmanship all day long. The whole capital is laughing at the fact that Young Master Yan has changed his gender. He doesn't like red makeup and loves armed weapons. Only he knows that he didn't change his gender, he just fell into trouble.
As for the young general who was as cold as a stone, under his relentless pursuit day after day, the first fine lines finally cracked on the ice.
But none of them expected that before this fine line could spread into spring water, the wind and rain in the capital would come over first.
The undercurrent in the court, the old hatred on the battlefield, and the unknown secrets behind the Yan family all involved the two people in the same whirlpool. Yan Junzhe discovered that beneath his status as a "waste", there was something much heavier than he imagined. After Ciqing shed that cold mask, there were old wounds that were already overwhelmed, and a heart that never dared to relax in the slightest.
The libertine with a playful smile bumped into a young man who didn't know how to turn.
One thought he was just playing, but he lost his whole heart in it; the other thought he had no intention in life, but tasted the world in the sweetness of the sweet-scented osmanthus cake.
But the sweetness in this world never lasts long.
Later, no one in the capital sold sweet-scented osmanthus cake, and no one could make Ciqing say those words.
"Too sweet..."
Intention: I wish to have a life