Ps: women are not men, they are boys
Copywriting:
As soon as Mu Shao's class returned to court, her third emperor's sister sent a detailed work to her house as a gift for her promotion to the county king. It is said that it was Yunmiao, the top performer of Lanxiang Pavilion, the number one orchestra in the capital.
Ordinarily, she had been leading the army for ten years, and she had countless old and new wounds on her body. She had to be made a prince no matter what, so she was an unpopular princess who didn't have the love of her mother, and she didn't have the heart to fight for the throne.
But I don't know whether to give her such an unworthy thing as a gift to ridicule her or to destroy her.
Mu Shao did not refuse and took him into the mansion directly.
That night, when the servants carried the person wrapped in brocade quilt into her room, she was leaning against a table and listening to music, with a glass of sake in her hand. She happened to catch a glimpse of the exposed jade-colored feet, and the round toes were white and red and tickled her heart.
Mu Shao felt anxious and saw that the soles of his feet were tightened, which was interesting, but he waved his hand and ordered others to lift them back.
One night late at night, with his bare feet and white robe, he danced like a sacrifice, and finally got his wish, dragging Mu Shao into the gentle land, and they drank together in the sea of flowers.
But it doesn't matter if you like it, the work is done carefully, don't take it seriously, just play it.
If you are really tempted, there will definitely be no good ending.
Look at her, isn't she in trouble?
Small theater:
It was the twelfth lunar month of winter, and the house was so poor that there was no charcoal to burn. Mu Shao had nothing to do but was afraid of freezing her sweetheart.
But the man only knelt beside the bed and sniffed, with red eyes, and hot tears fell into her leg wound with everted skin and exposed bones, causing her to tremble in pain.
Mu Shao helplessly raised his trembling chin, wiped away the tears that he couldn't hold back with his fingers, and said comfortingly: "It's okay, you are my best medicine."
Intention: Righteousness can overcome all odds