Qingcheng Inn

My name is Qingcheng, and I run an inn on the Tea Horse Road. This is a wild land at the junction of the Song Dynasty and Dali. The wealthy families will surrender to Dali today and pay tribute to the Song Dynasty tomorrow. But we border residents are just the most humble chips in their gambling game. Twelve years ago, I was waiting all day long in my wedding clothes. Instead of waiting for my sweetheart, I only waited for the news that he had been kidnapped and killed by the rebel army. Now I no longer wait, but after saving one lost person after another, I wait for his return—— "Wei, you, a small state magistrate, dare to steal my Duan Suxiang's woman?" The King of Dali Zhennan stood with his sword drawn horizontally, his eyes filled with obsessions that had been suppressed for many years. "Prince Duan, Lady Qing does not belong to anyone." Wei Ji refused to give in, and beneath his gentle and jade-like appearance, he hid an edge that was equal to that of a border man. "Qingcheng, I am your first man." I waved my hand and slapped him: "Duan Suxiang, you are the first, but you will never be the last!" * When you are in the quagmire, your heart longs for flowers to bloom When personal love meets the righteousness of family and country When tribal traditions collided with the civilization of the Central Plains The unification of Huayi is not only in the territory but also in the hearts of the people. Robbery, house filling, and bone breeding—where do women who struggle with backward marriage customs go? This is a story from the perspective of common people, about the return of Yi and Na natives to the Song Dynasty. * The final article of the column is "Hongsu Hands" (organ escape game) and "Seven Heroes and Five Righteousnesses in Time Travel" (niche CP). "Sauvignon Blanc", "Liangshan" and "Long Daqiang Training Manual" are requested for advance payment. Intention: The strong wind knows the strong grass