They are both rich and noble, but they are jealous of others.
The noble man laughs and talks, just around the corner between life and death.
Xia Fuzhi grew up with this mad monk's limerick. She was the 'rich son', she was the 'jealous one', but she did not die in that political battle between women, but was brought back to her ancestral home in the northwest by her grandmother, who was the princess of Lin'an County. And in that place, far away from the hustle and bustle and far away from wealth, he grew up to the age of seven in peace.
Sitting on the gurgling carriage, Xia Fuzhi, a little person, couldn't explain his current mood. Today she is going to Beijing, traveling all the way from the northwest to the capital, and it would be a lie to say that there is no joy in Fuzhi's heart. Snowflakes were falling outside the car window, and my grandmother said that they would live in Hazel Garden and might not return to their ancestral home in the northwest. Thinking of the wealth and prosperity, the three cousins who were traveling together could not suppress the joy on their faces.
But little Fuzhi never imagined that besides her parents and brothers, there would be endless troubles waiting for her in the capital.
She endured, she gave in, she retreated. Even though she just wanted to be a useless idler, no one gave her a chance.
She fights, she fights, she advances, she lets go of the rules and breaks the rules, and all of them become paper tigers without their majesty.
After stepping through doors and crossing obstacles, I turned around and looked at the people holding hands. They no longer looked like they did before...
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