The year she got married, she was still in her 28th year. There were flowers and candles in the bridal chamber, and the hibiscus tent was warm. She looked into that man's eyes and asked, "Do you have ambitions?"
"Family and country are too important. Lu knows he can't carry it, and he doesn't want to."
Pei Yi always thought that she ruined Lu Yu.
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In the first year of Daqing, on the seventh day of March, Pei Yi took the pot of poisonous wine from the new emperor. The bustle of people outside the house almost drowned her little bird that had never seen the light of day. The nanny from the palace told her that today the new No. 1 Scholar was paraded through the streets, and people outside were watching the excitement.
The moment she closed her eyes, Pei Yi seemed to see Lu Yu, who was on a tall horse and tied with red silk, slowly reaching out his hand towards her. She smiled sadly, with crystal tears hanging from the corners of her eyes.
It's just that her life has only lasted for twenty years, and she has never done many things, not even the chance to repent for him.
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Those people and those things are all just a big dream, nothing more than trying to draw water from a bamboo basket.
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The noble girl who lives her life again × Zhilan Yushu, the number one scholar
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