Text text: The phoenix is born, and in the sycamore tree, the pipa is frightened, thinking about the fragrant wind, singing along day and night, taking in the beauty of the flowers. Not-so-serious copy: Princess Shen Hengquan on the second day of the lunar month has a strange destiny. Even in the capital, there is not a single man who matches her horoscope. Seeing that her elder sisters have found their favorite destinations, she is looking forward to getting married early and becoming a salted fish, but she can't find her destined marriage even though she holds a lantern. The girl from the Zhao family who held the lantern for her: Don't be impatient, Your Highness, I'll be with you. Shen Hengquan: My good sisters have indeed lived up to me. Zhao Zier: But everyone said that I delayed His Highness. Can Your Highness follow me home tonight and explain it to my family? Shen Hengquan: This matter is all on me! But the moment she walked into the Zhao family hall, her intuition told her that there was something wrong with the glances from everyone in the house. *Tea art, beautiful and virtuous wife t
Concept: Youthful feelings are always poetry