Draft

Chu Ning, the number one assassin in the world, her last mission was to kill the old general who collaborated with the enemy and treason. After she retired, she just wanted to retire from the world. So she turned around and married a handsome, sickly peasant man, just because he really suited her eyes. However, her husband, Fu Yuanxi, could not lift his shoulders or lift his hands, but his face was beautiful and cold, which made her feel pity for him. Chu Ning sighed, who told her to only love beauty? She thought, she might as well go back to her old job so that she could buy medicine to prolong the life of this delicate flower at home? But Fu Yuanxi didn't let her work at all. She went to the ground with a hoe every day. She just stayed at home, planting flowers, picking vegetables, and drying some flower petals and dried salted fish every day. She only occasionally saw other people's ladies being virtuous, diligent, and gentle, and she always blushed. Fortunately, her husband never disliked her for being lazy and stupid, and even drew her eyebrows, combed her hair, and put on hairpins for her. Chu Ning thought that it was worth it that she was miserable in the first half of her life, but got a good husband in the second half of her life. Until the new emperor ascended the throne, he searched for his chief assistant Mei Shixue. Chu Ning was eating melon seeds in the teahouse when she heard that the scholar was furious, saying that the powerful and treacherous minister was majestic in appearance and ruthless. He faked his death and escaped, but secretly set up a trap to help the new emperor ascend to the throne. When she looked at the sun, she only thought about her sick and frail husband at home. The sun was going down and she had to go home. But after returning home, my husband softened his voice: "Madam, the night is cold, why are you dressed so thinly?" She shook her head, "I'm worried about you." But she didn't know that an hour ago, her husband was wearing a worn-out cotton robe, lighting an oil lamp, reviewing secret reports that had been rushed from eight hundred miles away from the capital. The cinnabar on the tip of the pen is as red as blood, and at the inscription, the new emperor who was supported by Mei Shixue is asking earnestly: "When will my mentor return to the court?" He coughed twice, put the secret message close to the candle with his pale fingertips, and the tongue of fire licked it. The new emperor urged him more and more urgently, the court was in a turbulent state, and countless pairs of eyes searched for the deceased and resurrected chief minister in the dark. The tranquility of this countryside is like stolen time, crumbling. He is the best at arranging the world and has no plans left, but now he is facing an unprecedented problem... "Husband, I heard that the chief assistant named Mei is not a good person. Fortunately, we are just common people and don't need to be afraid of that person." Mei Shixue lowered her eyes, took the medicine bowl, and drank it all. "That's what the lady said." Intention: ideal, hope, and love