At the academy, the Prime Minister's son and the Prince's heir were both learned and handsome. They were universally known as the two most prominent students, but the pair were also bitter rivals.
Every day, the young marquis would ask Xiao Cuzong the same things...
"Xiao Xucong, we're going hunting today. Want to come?" "Xiao Xucong, we're going on an outing. Want to come?" "Xiao Xucong, we're going to drink by the Liu River. Want to come?"
No matter how much the young marquis pestered him, the aloof young prime minister always replied with two words: "Not going."
Later, the Prime Minister and the Prince came to blows over their political differences, and one of the Prince's men shot the Prime Minister with an arrow.
"Who told you to shoot? Who told you to shoot?!" The young marquis was beside himself, more agitated than the young prime minister.
The young marquis sat in the courtyard, drinking sadly. The Prime Minister hadn't treated Xucong well, but he was still his father. After that arrow, there was even less chance of the young marquis and the young prime minister ever being together.
Half-drunk and lost in a haze, the young marquis saw the young prime minister standing in front of him. The shock sobered him up considerably. When he opened his eyes, the young prime minister was leaning down, whispering in his ear, "Take me with you, all right?"
A sweet romance, absolutely, definitely a sweet romance.
Theme: There will always be someone who likes you.
I,!!!!!!!! I!!!! At once!!!! This!!! (Incoherent)
"Xian" is a big thorn in the side of the author~
They are very beautiful, but they really made me confused in that ancient life????
If the abuse continues, I can cry even worse for you to see!
The last article…
An An, come on! (Trying to look familiar. Shameless. Jpg)
I'm bald after staying up late (???) So go to bed early and get up early, okay?
An'an, hold on, Zhou Yan hasn't updated it yet? Hahahaha, I'm so heartless
No, no, no, I believe An An can still be brave! Rush the duck! Hahaha, okay, take care of yourself.
Wuwuwuwu, now it's a sad midnight and I can't stop the tears from flowing.