Prince Fu first met Ah Liang in Tangli Garden of Chuxiu Palace. Snowflakes were flying in the palace in winter and the north wind was strong. People in each palace wrapped their bodies in clothes, which were as thick as a snowman in the imperial garden.
There was only Ah Liang. When he saw him, he was only wearing a thin layer of fox cloak, and he was smiling and teasing the maid beside him.
The 17-year-old A-Liang still has baby fat on her face. She is white, tender and beautiful. She looks like she is made of gold and jade. Those who are attracted to her face can't help but want to poke them with their hands.
But he also preferred to wear a pair of turquoise earrings, which swayed on the plump and round earlobes with his movements, mottled with light and shadow.
Prince Fu looked at such a person for the first time and subconsciously recited: "The clear spring water contains green eyes, and the distant green curtain is covered with fragrance."
Ah Liang heard it, and through the city wall, he heard the frivolous words on the other side.
But the young Ah Liang didn't care so much, and asked the first question with his fair face: "Can you also compose poetry?"
It was the first time that Prince Fu flirted with a beautiful woman, and he replied in an unskilled manner: "I'm just a rough guy, that's all I heard."
"Stop learning some lewd words and poems. If you are so frivolous, you won't be afraid that you won't be able to find a wife in the future."
With a soft laugh, Ah Liang glanced at the prince casually. It was normal at first, but when the winter sun shone along his earrings, he was actually looking forward to it.
Everyone had been gone for a long time before Prince Fu came back to his senses. He could never forget it.
Purpose: I love China