Peach and Apricot Are Still Married to the East Wind

Pei An, the eldest son of the Duke of Guo, was born with a pure and refined temperament. When talking about the beauty of his future wife, the people of Lin'an could only think of the equally beautiful Yun Niang, the third wife of the Wang family. One day, the two met unexpectedly in a teahouse. Yun Niang accidentally tripped and was helped by Pei An. Rumors spread all of a sudden. "Prince Pei and Miss Wang went to a teahouse for a private meeting." "And he hugged me." "What's so strange about this? I saw a matchmaker visit two houses a while ago..." As the rumors spread more and more, Yun Niang's former childhood sweetheart returned the love token to her: "Xing is not worthy of Miss Wang's allure." Yun Niang:...... Pei An's childhood sweetheart, who was from the same household, also came to the door and said tearfully: "Father and mother have agreed to discuss the marriage at a later date, but now we can't agree to the marriage." Pei An:...... Even the matchmaker came uninvited. The two were so annoyed that they had to ask each other out to discuss countermeasures. Pei An spoke first: "There are rumors outside that we are together." Yun Niang nodded: "I heard about it too." Pei An asked for advice: "Miss Wang, does she have a good idea?" Forced to have no choice, Yun Niang said: "How about this?" She was tired. Pei An: "Okay, I'll come tomorrow to propose marriage." Marriage first, love later, the background is empty, all dynasties are stewed in chaos, don't pay attention to it. I think I can conquer the prince VS I really want to conquer the beauty. 1V1 The cover character is from [Shu Lou Qu] Xingchen Moye, which has been authorized and is not a buyout. Continuation article "Special Colors of Chongmen" On the wedding day of Xie's parents and grandson, the old lady hid her selfish motives and deliberately favored the third master Xie Shao. She was worried that he was too lazy and would ruin the family's fortune in the future. She had heard that the Wen family's daughter was a good steward of the family, so she changed the bridegroom. Unexpectedly, the Wen family also made plans. Mrs. Wen's direct granddaughter, Wen Shu, was beautiful and beautiful. However, she had been spoiled since she was a child and was worried that she would be looked down upon by her husband in the future. She heard that Xie's parents and grandson were gentle and considerate, so they pushed her onto her sister's sedan chair without hesitation, despite the infamy. That night, the sarcastic sounds of the Xie family's eldest family member gloating about the misfortune could be heard across the wedding room. Under the red candle, the dandy young master and the squeamish young lady glared at each other, no one could blame the other, and they were in ruins one after another. The only comfort was probably the other's face. After marriage, the two took full advantage of their disadvantages and lived a hard life. Wen Shuse never complained, but whenever Xie Shao came back at dusk, he would see him looking at the courtyard of the big house next door, lightly fanning his face, with a melancholy look on his face, "I really want to smash this wall down, but I won't be able to bear the fruit. I might as well smell it." After all, she was following him, so he couldn't starve her to death. The next day, Xie Shao entered the study for the first time and copied books. But Wen Shuse is not only a squeamish master, but also a bottomless pit. "The new skirt my sister-in-law bought today is so beautiful." "My brother-in-law gave my younger siblings a pair of earrings yesterday. I have never seen that white jade in my life." "Ms. Sir, do you know that the Luo fan used by the young lady of the Wu family today is actually gold." Xie Shao:...... Xie Shao gritted his teeth and climbed up from the soft couch. Later, when Xie Shao handed the imperial decree of Lady Yipin into her hands, he couldn't help but said, "Is it enough? If you don't have enough, you should usurp the throne as my husband." This day is so tiring. Intention: Destined by fate