This short story is also included in the new short story collection "Flowers and Ancient Fragrance Box" by Kaikeng. Please support me, okay?
A line of butterflies in love with flowers, written in black ink in small regular script, with faded red, green and apricot flowers. When the swallows fly, there are few willow trees blowing on the branches around the green water. Where is there no fragrant grass in the world? There is a swing inside the wall and a road outside the wall. Pedestrians outside the wall, beautiful women smiling inside the wall. The laughter gradually becomes quieter and quieter, but the sentimental one is annoyed by the ruthlessness.
My name is Shen Rou, and like many girls in the boudoir, in addition to the Four Books and Five Classics and women's rings, in life, I also do needlework, or enjoy flowers and birds, and write a few poems about spring and autumn. When I was fifteen years old, my aunt picked up my loose hair and pinned it on the hairpin that exuded a faint cold light. I knew that I would soon follow my mother's path and marry a man with "both ability and political integrity" to live an ordinary life.
However, he met him, Li Xun, the fourth prince.
I can't tell whether it's love or hate, love or power.
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