Seeing the words Youwei had signed on the letter, she opened the letter with trembling fingertips. After a while, her face suddenly turned pale, and the letter paper fell in the wind like catkins flying in the courtyard.
A cross jumped out on the paper - you were born before I was born, and I was born before you were old.
There was a bitter smile on Yu Youwei's lips. Her husband was really heartless.
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Wen Tingyun still didn't call her young lady's name: "Youwei... Youwei..."
Seeing that the people in the room were still indifferent, Wen Tingyun reluctantly persuaded: "Xiaowei, don't do such a stupid thing out of ignorance. If you do this, it will lead to a big mistake and everything will be over."
After a while, there was a sound from inside the house. "Sir, Youwei is dead."
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Ever since Yu Xuanji was beheaded that day, the people in Chang'an City talked about her the most after dinner.
The storyteller in the teahouse slowly closed his fan, stroked the goatee under his mouth, shook his head pretending to be profound, and concluded the story of Yu Xuanji's life.
"Yu Xuanji fell in love with Wen Zhongkui for only a short twenty-seven years, but it was unforgettable."
A man in the corner had red eyes when he heard this, and he actually shed tears on the spot.
When the listeners around saw this, they teased: "Little brother, why are you so sad? Could it be that you were her servant during her lifetime?"
The man ignored them, left a few pieces of silver and left.
Since then, Chang'an City has been without Yu Youwei. Xianyiguan, no more fish mystery.
Purpose: Love others first, love yourself first