[Proceed with caution: embarrassing early work QAQ]
As the eighteenth-generation heir to a family of matchmakers, Jiang Niaoniao transmigrated and became a miserable widow in Widow Village. She had a frail sixty-year-old mother-in-law to care for, a five-year-old toddler, and a mountain of debt.
Be timid, swallow your grievances, and accept the hand fate has dealt you?
No way. She refused!
With a matchmaking variety show System in hand, Jiang Niaoniao helped the women of Widow Village find happiness and love. Not only did she solve the village women's marriage problems, she also changed the village's reputation for bringing misfortune to husbands.
From then on, young men and women from all the neighboring villages flocked to take part in her dating variety show, "Niaoniao Brings Two Hearts Together." Jiang Niaoniao became famous and gained both wealth and status.
She thought life would go on peacefully like this, but before long, so many people came to her home to ask for her hand in marriage that they nearly wore down her doorstep.
While she was wondering whom to choose as her husband, her clingy assistant, whom she'd happened to save, suddenly shed his former meek little bunny act and turned away the suitors with a fierce air. "Niaoniao is this prince's consort. Don't even think about her!"
Jiang Niaoniao stood there, stunned and at a loss for words: "..."
-Reader's Guide-
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(I)
In the eyes of outsiders, Princess Yongjia was peerlessly noble and beautiful, cherished by the emperor and empress and loved by Chancellor Xie.
But only Chu Ningyu knew how wretched and debased she was at night, and how Xie Rongyu tormented her until she wished she were dead.
She was always looking for a chance to escape Xie Rongyu for good, ascend the throne as empress, and make him pay.
Then the old emperor fell seriously ill, and a senior monk from Qinghe Temple came to chant prayers for his recovery. Amid the crowd, Chu Ningyu caught sight of the extraordinary, cool-headed monk who cultivated with his hair unshorn.
The senior monk Xuanling, whose secular name was Li Zhi, commanded a powerful army. He was the only person in all of Great Chu capable of standing against Xie Rongyu.
Chu Ningyu narrowed her phoenix eyes, calculating how to pull him down from his altar and make him willingly brave any danger for her.
On the night the old emperor died, Xie Rongyu's men surrounded her and the young emperor inside the Hall of Golden Chimes. Their lives hung by a thread.
In their moment of despair, Li Zhi arrived in full armor with his troops and rescued her.
As the men fell one by one before her, their blood staining her snow-white skirt, Chu Ningyu was overjoyed. But just as the man was about to leave, she caught hold of him.
Her slender hand hooked around the armor on his arm, and her bright eyes fixed on him. "This princess is afraid. Would the senior monk stay with me tonight?"
(II)
At first, Chu Ningyu thought Li Zhi was exactly what one would expect of a venerable monk who had practiced for years: devoted to saving all beings, compassionate, and as untouchable as an immortal.
Later, she accidentally caught a glimpse of another side of him.
In the dim room, the man held a long sword and carved one bloody line after another into the eunuch before him.
"Tell me, who is a better match for Her Highness, Chancellor Xie or me?"
"Y-You, of course!" the eunuch stammered in terror, trembling all over.
But the man had no intention of letting him go. In the blink of an eye, a streak of blood appeared across the window lattice.
Chu Ningyu instinctively took a step back.
The commotion alerted the man nearby. Holding his sword, his face covered in blood, he walked toward her.
He had none of the cool composure of a Buddhist monk now. Instead, he looked like a bloodthirsty, murderous sinner banished from heaven.
He smiled and trapped her in his arms, his bloodstained fingers lingering on her cheek. "Your Highness, are you afraid?"
Theme: Stand on your own, grow stronger, and pursue happiness
I think he can take the heroine's surname first, because the heroine saved him and called him "Jiang Bai". Calling him Xiaobai is really weird, just like calling him a cat or a dog.
There was no equal love in ancient times.
I'm wondering, can a woman carry a man on her back? He is still a man who cannot move even after death (it will be heavier!), And he carries it home (obviously he has to carry it for a while). Is the hostess a strongman?
I thought this article was written in the 1970s and 1980s. I looked at the title and read it. .
My cousin is right. The heroine is too naive to put such deep trust in a person of unknown origin. No matter what era you are in, it is an uncomfortable behavior to be suddenly hugged by someone with whom you have no close relationship. This behavior is really inappropriate and rude. In reality, if you encounter it, you may just slap it.
Are you sure you don't want to change 'Xiaobai'? (Can't laugh or cry)
Is the male protagonist's name just Xiaobai? Okay, so special
Be a widow for the rest of your life? Could it be that the background is like a chastity arch? Is the situation of remarrying worse than being a widow? Or do you want to die? Or is it the war years? Does the emperor of this world value the population base, or does the emperor value autocracy as the biggest obstacle to widows remarrying? If a widow is so superstitious that her dead husband's spirit will always haunt her, then why not get married... But ordinary people who don't have money to marry a wife don't mind sharing wives with other people...
I don't like this Liu, what a pure little white flower
Why? I was also stupid. I originally thought the cook was a warm man, but now I am stupid