It had been raining for three days in Meiyu Town. Shen Yuan, the teahouse proprietress, finished wiping the last table and thought there would be no customers again today.
Until the man in a green and gray gown opened the door and came in.
"Madam boss, bring me a pot of Biluochun."
Xie Lin drinks tea well, speaks softly, and his smile is prettier than the misty rain in Jiangnan. He sat for half a day and came for three months. People in the town said that the big tea merchant was interested in the little widow.
Shen Yuan did not dare to accept these words. She was the last princess of the previous dynasty, and she was extremely lucky to be able to open a teahouse alive.
Until that night when the man in black climbed over the wall and Xie Lin fell from the sky holding the door bolt.
He said: "Either I stay, or you move to my place."
She chose him.
But after the two got married, she found a painting in the dark room of the study - a painting in which a girl looked exactly like herself, with "Princess Yongning" written on the corner.
And the person who said he would protect her for the rest of her life was actually the current regent.
Calculation or sincerity, which one is his mask?
In the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, the story of this small teahouse has just begun.
Purpose: Cherishing ordinary happiness