Shen Xihe, the apple of the eyes of the great general and the eldest princess of the Dali Dynasty, is bright, lively and innocent, and is a carefree master who is pampered. But a year before I got my haircut, I saw the cheerful young man riding a horse on the long street from a distance. From then on, he changed his temper and no longer hung around teahouses and restaurants. The young men from aristocratic families squatting in front of the General Protector's Mansion could only see waves of Mr. Master coming and going frequently...
Jun Muchen, the most noble prince of the Dali Dynasty, was as handsome as moonlight, gentle as jade, capable of fighting with scholars in court, and capable of arranging troops on the battlefield. He was the man that all the ladies of the Dali family dreamed of. Shen Xihe worked hard at practicing piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and becoming a celebrity in etiquette and music, in order to have enough strength to stand beside Jun Muchen and become a true crown princess.
Three years later, "Pity the delicate girl from the Protector General's Mansion. She tried her best to marry into the East Palace, and she had to endure all the hardships, but she did not seek the favor of His Highness the Crown Prince. She died at a young age." When the storyteller in the tea house said this, he couldn't help but sigh: "Hey, the former Crown Princess's heart is as high as the sky, but her fate is as thin as paper..." Far to the south of Dali, Her Majesty the Queen of Qiyue Kingdom was leaning on a soft couch and enjoying a massage from a certain servant. She suddenly sneezed: "Who is scolding me again?" The servant raised his eyes and raised the corners of his mouth with a devilish smile: "I am missing your majesty." The face of the expressionless man in black clothes who stood aside with a sword seemed to be a little colder.
Intention: Reflection and growth, self-reliance and self-improvement