I heard that the newly married princess of King Heian was a frail and sickly master.
There was a queen in the palace who didn't believe it and wanted to take advantage of her illness to kill her.
It was windy and rainy at night, and the next day I heard that the princess was seriously ill and could not get out of bed. The palace sent an imperial physician to treat her. King Ping An expressed his gratitude and asked the imperial physician to deliver a brocade box to the empress.
Inside was the assassin's head.
"Do you think your life is too comfortable, so you want to go against me?" Yang Qingyuan sat on the couch, puzzled about this matter.
Yan Huaiming, who was washing her feet, said: "The assassin is dead, and she won't come to cause trouble for the time being."
"Really? Just to find trouble?" Yang Qingyuan smiled, "That's all, I'm in a good mood recently, so I won't care about her for now."
"I will protect you, you can sleep peacefully."
Yang Qingyuan looked at her husband, no matter how satisfied she was: "Yan Huaiming, even if I go to the underworld, I will drag you and me to become a ghost couple."
Yan Huaiming raised his head and smiled: "Yes."
Intention: It took a lot of effort for us to be together, we can't break up halfway