The eldest son of Zhenbei Palace was called Wen Heng. She had heard his name many times, but she had never met him once.
It was raining heavily when they first met.
The low curtain in front of the carriage was gently opened by the edge of the sword, and the person inside asked her: "Why?"
Fang Sining replied: "I can't find you with my pursuers, but I can stop you here."
"Name."
"Fang——"
"Think clearly." Wen Heng said, "This is only one chance."
Fang Sining was startled and held the reins tighter. The blisters on his palms were rubbed sorely: "Jiang Mian."
Her mother's surname was Jiang. When she was young, she would have trouble sleeping at night, so she was called Mian Mian.
From then on, there was no more Fang Sining in the world, only Jiang Mian.
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Over the years since then, they have escaped pursuit, been caught in heavy rain, and slept in the grass together; they have run horses and drank wine together; they have killed and saved people together, and they have also loved people unknowingly.
While watching another heavy rain side by side, the corners of their clothes touched each other and the tips of their umbrellas met.
That's a feeling that no one has ever made clear.
Under the rainy night corridor, Jiang Mian said to him through a little drunkenness: "I must stand at the highest point, where I can reach out to reach for the stars to keep my company, and when I lower my head, I can overlook all living beings."
Wen Heng didn't look at her: "There is no such place in the world."
"Yes." She said, "You stand there for too long and you feel bored. But I have never stood there, so I can only look up. At the highest place, I can do a lot of things, will you give it to me?"
That place was not given to her by Wen Heng. She fought for it by speaking like a knife in the court.
The young emperor looked at it for a long time, and suddenly felt that the word "sleep" did not suit her at all. It was as bright as the morning sun, just like when they first met.
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A small theater
Once things were settled, the ancestral hall of Zhenbei Palace that had not yet been renovated was dilapidated. They kowtowed and worshiped side by side.
He worships his ancestors, she worships her predecessors.
Wen Heng: "What should we do about that old man from the Li family?"
The former emperor who surrendered at Kaicheng should have treated him leniently, but the family feud was as deep as the sea and he was unwilling to do so.
Jiang Mian looked at the tablet in front of him: "Are you asking Jiang Mian or the Prime Minister?"
"What's the difference?"
"Do you want to kill?"
"Think."
Jiang Mian smiled and said lightly: "Then kill him."
She kowtowed again, stood up for a long time, and gently brushed away the dust: "But tomorrow, the Prime Minister will stop you."
[Highlight notes! ! !
1. BE is judged by whether they are together or not. If they are not together, they will get married separately. The author personally feels that they are more HE. They absolutely understand each other and trust each other, except that they are not together.
2. The female protagonist is the prime minister, and the male protagonist is the new emperor.
3. Don't be particular about it, the author is a bad guy and just talking nonsense. There are thousands of good articles in Jinjiang. If it doesn't work, we'll change it.
4. There is an outline, the plot will not be changed, criticism and suggestions will be accepted, and writing guidance will not be accepted. Thank you for your understanding.
5. Happy reading.
Intention: How many times have I set my sights on the princes?
