Hey, I thought about it. I thought about it. As an older leftover girl, she was still a leftover girl once in ancient times, and her situation was even worse than in her previous life. What? That effeminate and strong-looking man who beat the gongs and drums and married the county magistrate's daughter and brought back two concubines was his first love? I wasted eight years because of him, and finally committed suicide on his big day?
Wait, is this handsome man with a gentle face, blushing at every move, and skin better than his own, his savior? Was he the one who saved himself from falling into the water and almost dying?
And who else, don't pretend, no matter how much you pretend, it can be seen that you are either rich or noble. Guess what your identity is? Where can I stay cool? I know this is ancient times. This is an era that laughs at poverty but not prostitution. This is an era that pays attention to scholars, farmers, industry and commerce. This is an era where men are superior to women. As long as a man has some money and some skills, it is normal to have three wives and four concubines.
There are so many beautiful men, so it's not enough to be eye-catching. It is believed that women should be self-reliant and should not rely on men to support themselves by washing dishes for others. How could she easily give up her heart in ancient times? And how could she believe that all these beautiful men who are as beautiful as the moon, who are as beautiful as the moon, who are all-powerful, and who are beautiful and delicious, would like her?