Mo Yunjin, the Ange guard who was recuperating in the south of the Yangtze River, one day found a bouquet of bright pear blossoms placed on the desk where he used to practice calligraphy. The gentle breeze beside the window blew away some of the white flowers.
Under the dotted pear blossoms was a letter, writing flowers to give to the beauty. Mo Yunjin frowned. What kind of provocateur dared to tease someone on his head? It was simply ridiculous and shameless. He gritted his teeth and cursed, thinking about picking the person out and picking him up to practice while he was recovering from his injuries.
Until one day, the disciple was caught. Under the scorching sun, the young man raised his head, held up a handful of pear blossoms, and said with a bright smile: "Beauty, fresh pear blossoms."
In an instant, two lives are connected.
Later, Mo Yunjin returned to the court and stood outside the hall dressed in black, but saw the man in red passing him by, as red as fire.
The man raised the corners of his mouth, his dark eyes filled with invisible calculations, and said maliciously: "Mo Yunjin, my name is not Qiu Sixian."
Is it a joke? Is it sincere?
Is it the love of meeting a pear tree in the south of the Yangtze River?
Or is it a matter of doing everything in the palace?
Who bound whom? Who played who again?
A young man with a low belly loves to flirt and plays a revenge attack × a calm, sick and beautiful secret guard
(The product of free play, don't go into detail)
Intention: Sincerity is exchanged for sincerity, no luck can survive