If I had known that she was wearing a book, Wei Xiaowan would have achieved the ultimate in the elegant style of a well-known Shuxiu.
She can tolerate laughing at her, scolding her, angering her, and irritating her.
If there is no protagonist's format, then she will use the ninja method, and she can get peace for the rest of her life.
At least he won't get carried away enough to kick the future powerful minister Feng Sheng into the pond.
She is also dropping stones. Is she a devil? Every time he thought about this, Wei Xiaowan would be so angry with herself that she would get heartbroken.
Of course there was more than one stupid thing. If someone compiled the dark history of Feng Sheng's youth into a book, she would probably be on every page.
She was worried, and what made her even more worried was that she didn't expect that one day, she would fall into Feng Sheng's hands.
Feng Sheng, a young man, vainly claimed to be the leader among dandies, but he was repeatedly frustrated at the hands of a girl.
Given his tit-for-tat personality, he would naturally not make it easy for her.
A few years later, he gently stroked a wooden sign with the words "Wei Xiaowan" engraved on it in his hand. He stared at it for a long time, then raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "Very good!"
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