Persimmon Persimmon Ruyi

My name is Changsun Xiwei, and I am the youngest daughter of the Shaoqing of Honglu Temple. I have been frail and sick since I was a child and have been taking medicine all year round. After recovering from another serious illness, I found that the people around me were not as close to me as before. They often have a sad look on their eyebrows. They pass by my yard intentionally or unintentionally. They don't come in to take a look. They just stop at the door of the yard and look at the persimmon tree planted by Pei Cheng himself. I looked at the trees hanging full of fruits, and I thought they must be reluctant to let me get married. Because Pei Cheng's trustee sent a letter last month. He said that this year's persimmons are about to ripen and he has earned military honors. He will come back to marry me this month, which is a good sign that everything will go as he wishes. Sure enough, after he came back, he became much closer to me. He often took me out to play and taught me how to ride horses and archery. But the longer we stayed together, the more I could see the deep sadness in his dim eyes. I raised my hand to touch his eyebrows, soothing his sorrow, and asked worriedly: "Pei Cheng, what's wrong with you?" "Youshu, come with me to the border. I don't want to be separated from you again." After thinking carefully, I nodded: "Okay." . But on the day that Pei Cheng and I got married, besides me, there was also a red cloth spirit sign that went into the wedding room together. I was so frightened that I secretly opened a corner of the red cloth, only to catch a glimpse of the word "Beloved Wife" on the spirit tablet. I was interrupted by the sudden appearance of Pei Cheng. He was standing behind the door in a wedding dress, but there was no trace of joy on his face. His expression was sad, and he begged and choked with sobs: "Young Shu, don't look..." Intention: There is no dead end ahead, hope is around the corner