The story of a female historian who studies history while also studying gossip.
Long Yi slammed the door and came in. When he saw me, he said coldly: "Kneel down."
I can only kneel down.
"Do you know where you went wrong?"
I nodded: "I, my concubine, should not start arguments with others."
He snorted and stretched out his hand to lift my chin. My neck hurt when I lifted it up. I had never seen him look so cruel: "You are wrong. You are an imperialist when you are born. You can't escape in this life."
"Master Lu, are you negotiating terms with me?"
Lu Xiling shook his head: "I just want something from Madam. Otherwise, Madam can't feel at ease."
I handed him the volume of "Jing Ji Zhi" in my hand and said, "Is this what you want?"
He took it and opened the title page. There was a line of small regular script on it, "What is the purpose of reading the books of sages, and now and in the future I am almost a commoner?" It was written by his father. He actually took a step back, bowed and saluted, with a solemn and sincere expression: "I am a merchant from Xiling, and I believe that everything must be worth the money. Since I have been given this book, whatever my wife wants to take away from Xiling in the future, it should be done."
What if it takes your life?
They sat next to each other on the hillside outside Ziguan. It was late spring, and the grass was green and spread far to the end of the field of vision, stretching like ocean waves. Gu Chi suddenly asked: "What is Jiangliu like? I only know that it is close to the sea, it is hotter than here, and it rains non-stop." Xia Sui smiled, stretched out his hand and intertwined his fingers: "It's nothing, just three autumn osmanthus ten miles of lotus. I think Ziguan is very good, the wind It's very refreshing to blow. The phoenix flowers are blooming well this year, and they're as red as Jiang Liu's." He held his hand tightly, as if he was carefully confirming something. After a long time, he whispered: "Besides, you're here, and I'm not going anywhere."