When the emperor was getting married, God had the courage to push the emperor down on the table for the first time. He picked up the wine prepared for the newlyweds and carefully examined the pattern on the wine glass for a while. He stared directly at the emperor and said, "What would happen if I lifted the restrictions on these people and let everyone here today watch me drink this wine, take off your clothes, and have fun with you?"
Many years later, the man leaning on the emperor said casually: "Emperor, the other day, Sun and Moon Lao told me that on the third day of the Lunar New Year, it is time to get married and build a land."
The emperor turned his head and looked at the person with reddish ears with a smile: "I once heard a god say that according to custom, if you want to marry a girl from a certain family, you must go through a lot of twists and turns."
God always felt something was wrong when he heard this, but he did say this at the beginning. Now that the emperor blocked him with these words, he was inevitably speechless, but he did not want to lose his confidence and face, so he stepped away slightly and bowed to the emperor and said respectfully: "Emperor, the student has a merciless request."
The emperor did not reply to him, but raised his eyebrows slightly, his eyes filled with adoration.
Shangshen: "I wonder if Emperor Xuanling is willing to marry Shangshen Chenhua. Shangshen promised that he will marry the emperor with three letters and six rites."
Emperor: "Your Highness, you don't want a dowry?"
After hearing the emperor's serious answer, the god opened his mouth and smiled, revealing a slight pear dimple. He leaned in front of the emperor and looked deeply into his eyes: "Dowry... Dowry... How about a box of sweet-scented osmanthus cake made by the emperor himself."
Intention: Sometimes if you lose it, it is lost, and if you were wrong at the beginning, you are wrong. Everything in this world has to pay a price for its past.