The Spring Breeze Enters the Curtain

＊Full text completed (The copy of "Liu Niangzi" and "The Husband is Sick, Weak and Blind" are at the bottom, please collect them QAQ) Copywriting of this article: The little princess picked up a scarred little slave from the Colosseum. The little slave is like a little animal. When others come near him, his eyes are scarlet, his teeth are bared, he growls, and he is ready to bite. Except for the little princess. The little princess just stretched out her hand, and he obediently lowered his head, opened his wet black eyes, and begged her to touch him. The days were lonely, so the playful little princess kept him as a fun little pet. Teach him to speak, teach him to write, and use his little clumsy hands to make ugly clothes for him. Later, when the little princess grew up, the high-ranking nobles who requested the princess crossed the threshold. The little slave gradually understood the meaning of marriage. At night, he quietly lay on her bed, brushed her cheeks with wet eyelashes, and whispered coquettishly: "Your Highness, marry me, marry me..." The little princess relented again and let the spring breeze enter the curtain without setting up any defenses. Under the moonlight, the little slave kissed the fingertips of the little princess, thinking with bright eyes that he and His Highness would be husband and wife from now on. *The story of two Zaizai growing up together *Fantasy, some information refers to the Ming Dynasty The advance copy of "Liu Niangzi" is as follows, please collect it~ Copywriting: Liu Niangzi, who came to the south of the Yangtze River to seek refuge with relatives, set up a water tofu stall in the west streets of Beijing. She sat in front of the stall every day, her black hair loosely held up by a thorn hairpin, her cheeks propped up and her eyes downcast as she idly fiddled with her abacus. Her smoky blue sleeves slid down to her elbows, revealing a bright wrist like frost and snow. From princes, princes, and grandsons to vendors and footmen, people often come to her stall to buy tofu brains to eat. Neighbors said that Mrs. Liu behaved wildly and did not know how to behave. She had so many lovers that they could line up from West Street to East Street. Lady Liu never cared about these unpleasant gossips, and she was not even afraid of being honest. Song Yan, the eldest son of the Xuanping Hou family in Yong'an Lane, knows people as his name suggests, is as orderly as an inkstone, knows etiquette and observes etiquette, and his reputation is as high as the crown of Beijing before he is weak. He is a man as clean and clear as the new snow on the tip of a plum. The two of them should have nothing to do with each other. Until early one morning, the carriage stopped in the West Street Alley. When Song Yanzhi lifted the curtain and looked out, he happened to see Lady Liu who was greeting her with Wu Nong's soft words and a soft hand on her waist. The young man's heart beats like a steady spring rain, soaking into the cracks of the wall and growing large areas of dark, damp moss. Tossing and turning, sleepless and thinking. From then on, in front of Liu Niangzi's water tofu stall, there was a young man who could squeeze the bones of a folding fan and ask her with red ears for a bowl of sweet tofu. Later, this young man who didn't dare to look at her again during the day would bury himself stickyly into the crook of her neck, blink his wet eyelashes, and ask in a low voice: "You want me to be your lover, okay?" /2022.11.13 The advance copy of "The Husband is Weak and Blind" is as follows, please collect it~ Copywriting: Unlike several arrogant and burly brothers in the family, Song Zhizhi, the youngest daughter of General Song, was born with soft jade and a body as beautiful as a willow tree. Suddenly, Song Zhizhi was accused of marrying the sickly and blind fifth prince Shang Yuxing. The brothers were so angry that they held up their swords and tried to rob the bride. The father, who had always wanted to be strong, had tears in his eyes. Song Zhizhi wiped his tears, covered his head and got into the sedan chair. On their wedding night, Shang Yuxing listened to the timid little girl crying secretly, and knowing that she felt aggrieved and unwilling, he talked to her warmly all night without touching her. Song Zhizhi looked at the face with a natural look but as cold as porcelain, and then at the slender body that stood upright but coughed every time it took a step, and thought sadly, Shang Yu can do it, but he can't. Song Zhizhi can be a widow, but he does not accept being a living widow. She wrote a letter asking her father and brothers to find famous doctors for her happiness. For a time, the prince's palace was filled with famous doctors and sorcerers. Shang Yuxing thought he was a kind-hearted princess who felt sorry for his blindness and illness. He smiled and persuaded them: "I have been blind for many years, so don't bother." Everyone looked at each other, and cautiously brought over a dozen bowls of tonics, and whispered: "Fifth Prince, this is the best way to replenish yang and replenish qi..." The corners of Shang Yuxing's lips were slightly stiff. ... What is his delicate and innocent princess thinking about? Deposited on 2022.6.28 Purpose: Love life