When she was eight years old and threw cakes at him, he was nine years old, squatting in the snow and eating hard cakes, with a bruise on his nose and a swollen face.
When she entered Xianyang Palace at the age of twenty-two, he sat behind the case and reviewed the memorial slips, and all the civil and military officials in the court knelt on the ground.
The civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty said: "Businessmen cannot be officials!"
He didn't even raise his head: "I was not even a businessman back then, I was just a prisoner."
Someone buried gunpowder in her mine tunnel.
She said: "Your Majesty, I have mountains, mines and people in Bashu, so I can still bury someone for you."
He said: "Don't bury it for me. Think carefully before burying it for yourself."
Later someone asked her: "What is your relationship with His Majesty?"
She thought for a while: "I owed him a piece of cake back then. Now he owes me an entire Qin cinnabar mine. It's even."
——Not even.
What he owed her wasn't mine at all.
It's a lifetime.
Intention: The most difficult thing in the world is never to be a sharp knife in someone's hand.
But one day you put away the blade and found that you can stand still with your free hand.