[When I was a young boy wearing bright clothes and angry horses, I saw all the flowers in Chang'an in one day]
When they met for the first time, Qingqing was followed by several maids, and a young man dressed in red walked past Qingqing in a dashing way. Qingqing envied him with such publicity and wantonness, because at that time, her gender and family background destined her to spend her whole life only in men's backyards. She doesn't care whether her future husband loves her, because her mother said that no matter how much love a man has, it will eventually disappear, leaving only ruthlessness and indifference.
The second time they met, she was on a cruise ship. At this time, he was already a celebrity around the emperor, and he had become the prime minister from the number one scholar who once visited Chang'an Street. He is no longer as arrogant as he was back then. He is now dressed in white, with warm and beautiful eyebrows and a slight smile on his lips. For some reason, she felt a little distressed by this man who had clearly seen only two sides.
When they met for the third time, she was summoned by the emperor. She didn't know why she saw him beside him. The emperor said to her with a smile on his face: "I heard that Li Jiaqingqing, Xiaojia Biyu, is gentle and virtuous. Now she has become obsessed with my beloved." Liao Yan personally came to ask for my marriage decree, and now I see that the daughter of the Li family is beautiful and generous, and she lives in an IKEA house, which is good." After hearing this, she raised her head and looked at him. He was wearing a blue and white robe, cold and dignified, and his expression was light. She wondered why he didn't seem to like her like this, so how could he personally ask the emperor for an imperial edict to marry her.
(A piece of writing inspired by a poem, cliché, and bloody)
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