Wen Liangchu was told by doctors that he would not live long after he was born, and he dragged his illness until he was 15 years old. Because of Xiao's mother's stunning appearance, she became famous and was given the title of "Dazhao Mingyu".
That year in the freezing cold wind, he rescued Pei Xu from a group of ruffians. The boy was dirty, thin and small, with only a pair of clear and bright phoenix eyes.
Wen Liangchu looked at the boy in front of him and stretched out his hand mysteriously: "Come with me."
A few years later, when the new emperor ascended the throne, Wen's family was ransacked, and Wang Peixu, a different surname, personally led the troops to carry out the execution.
In the past, the Wen Mansion was poetic and picturesque, with pavilions and waterside pavilions, bustling with people kneeling down.
The handsome and tall Prince Huai Liang was sitting on the pearwood chair in the lobby, holding Mr. Wen on his lap. A warm hand with clear joints caressed Mr. Wen's waist. He lowered his head and placed it next to Wen Liangchu's ear. In a trance, Wen Liangchu heard a magnetic and lazy voice: "Brother, come with me."
Demining: 1. The author's Machiavellian logic is useless, don't take it seriously.
2. Suffering is six years older than attacking
3. Warmth and coolness are initially felt
Intention: Be grateful