Everyone knows that Yang Songyun of Magpie Clan is famous, but they don't know that when she was nineteen years old, her meridians were destroyed, her martial arts was useless, and she was lame in one foot. Now he makes a living by selling wine, but he still carries a wine jar and draws a knife to scare people - anyway, reputation is sometimes more effective than real ability.
Until a letter from home arrived: The baby we had decided to marry since childhood was finally over.
Yang Songyun glanced at it, raised his head and took a sip of wine.
"Just marry me."
Later, she was ordered to escort a thin coffin containing a dead person to Qingzhou. Unexpectedly, the dead person in the coffin left the coffin halfway, and only a man named Zhang Xiao, who was so sick that he collapsed when the wind blew and choked on his words, was recovered. She only thought it was a sick man, but the next day, the man raised his hand and crushed the snake's head, saying calmly:
"Quick hands."
When it's time to return home, the red candles are burning high and the guests have dispersed. The groom came slowly, supported by others, and the candlelight reflected his beautiful face.
"Nvxia Yang." Zhang Xiao looked at her and smiled softly, "Do you still remember how to draw the sword?"
The husband and wife have their own concerns during the day, and they share the same bed at night to guard against each other. Everyone hides secrets, and no one hides their true feelings.
Intention: Although the world is difficult, we should work hard to protect the frost and snow
