The prince of the Jin Dynasty suffered a recurrence of his old illness and his life was in danger.
The Holy Emperor ordered to collect the birthdays and horoscopes of women who have not yet left the imperial court from all over the world to select a happy candidate for the general to defend his title.
An imperial edict was sent to the home of Ruan Qingjie, a sixth-grade official, and Ruan Qingjie's legitimate daughter was selected.
The legitimate daughter cried, made trouble, and hanged herself, refusing to marry a "living dead". Ruan Qingjie had no choice but to come up with a way to substitut oneself for another, and brought back the concubine who had been raised in the village since she was a child.
Although Ruan Ruan didn't believe the fortune-telling words of those old Taoist priests, she thought about it and thought that it would not be a loss for her to marry the general who had half his foot in the coffin. At least she would be fed and clothed every day.
She doesn't have to fulfill her marital obligations, which is much better than marrying another stinky man!
She originally planned to be a dutiful widow, but on her wedding night she discovered—
The unconscious husband's eyelashes tremble slightly
Looking better day by day
Not only has my complexion improved, but even half of my missing leg has healed!
…
Later, the secret of substituting one thing for another was discovered.
To save his life, Ruan Ruan packed his luggage overnight and prepared to run away. But when he was leaving the city, he was stopped.
The visitor was riding a high horse and stared at her with a smile on his face: "Madam, where are you going?"
The escape failed and Ruan Ruan was kidnapped and returned to the palace.
Later, people said that since the general took Mrs. Chongxi, he not only recovered from his illness, but his temperament also changed.
Only Ruan Ruan was holding on to the willow slender waist every day, frowning and cursing the old fox secretly.
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Small Theater
Wei Mian always remembers that it was a little girl who saved him when he was dying that snowy night.
Reunited many years later, his little savior was counting his fingers when he would die.
"Since Madam is so anxious..." He smiled and pressed her into the brocade quilt, "Why don't you help me celebrate the general's birthday first."
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Intention: Only through tempering can you gain beautiful love
