Miss Wen San, who was frightened by the dog and fainted, woke up. When she woke up, she found that she was even weaker. Her body was weak and her knowledge was poor. How could she survive in the Wei Dynasty where knowledge was paramount? Everyone thought that Miss Wen San would definitely not be able to get married...
Unexpectedly, one day, the old master staggered to find Mrs. Wen, his eyes full of tears: "Miss Third, you are a genius!"
PS. Su Shuang. Elevated to the sky
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In the sixth year of Jingsheng's reign, Qin Beixiao, the new chief minister, pushed forward numerous old cases, involving thousands of people.
His actions were thunderous and his methods were ruthless, which shocked both the government and the public.
Those who hate want to eat flesh and blood, crush their bones and scatter them into ashes.
There were slogans written in black and white on the paper, cursing everyone in his family that he would not die well.
Naturally, there were also people begging for mercy who knelt outside Zhumen for three days and three nights, and the last bit of blood stained his gold silk shoes.
His narrow eyes were lowered, and the corners of his lips were slightly raised.
Gently brushing it away with a handkerchief, the wind is light and the clouds are light. I go up to the Jinluan Palace. I am wearing a unicorn, a red robe and a jade crown. I feel calm and calm as if I am at the head of the hundred officials.
With such overwhelming power and such a temperament, even the most scolding officials would not easily mention the humiliating days when he was the son of a guilty minister.
And during those days when he hit rock bottom and was stepped on by countless people, there was one person who Qin Beixiao kept deep in his heart.
It was the beginning of the leap month at Xu's school that year, and it was completely white. Xu Zhining's thin body stood in front of him, refusing to take a step back despite the beatings and scoldings from everyone.
"If anyone attacks him today, he must step over my body first!"
That day he knelt in the wind and snow, his heart burning like fire, and the cold winter was gone.
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