The young general and the scholar lady
The year Zhao Yue was born, the crops in the capital were not very good. Looking at the yellow fields in front of him, he only felt a headache.
Until, an autumn rain comes.
The wheat field is awakened like all things come to life.
After growing up, Zhao Jingyi often fought against enemies from all sides. One day, he returned home.
I noticed that there was an extra young lady wearing brocade in the academy.
I saw.
After he inadvertently lifted up the glazed tiara on her head, the little lady fell to the ground.
Oh.
Turns out she was allergic to me.
Intention: Thousands of tenderness, just to win your heart.