[The copy is tentative and may be changed before publication]
Song Liao, a grudge worker who died suddenly, was pregnant and became the eldest daughter of a famous scholarly family in the Wei Dynasty.
Once she became a noble lady, she just wanted to be a salted fish.
According to an imperial edict, Song Liao was betrothed to His Highness the Third Highness.
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His Highness is taciturn and not approachable to women, even the imperial concubine is no exception.
On the night of flowers and candles in the bridal chamber, he spent the whole night discussing sutras with the abbot at Daxiangguo Temple.
The next day I went to the palace to see the saint, and he said that he was not sick yet.
There was a banquet held at the palace and he went to the military camp to practice.
In short, if we can't meet, we won't meet.
The No. 1 Scholar praised the three imperial concubines for their outstanding literary talent. Huo Xinglan sneered: "I only know the beauty of the moon, but not the character."
The eldest princess thanked the three princesses for saving her life, but Huo Xinglan disdained: "How can you show off your dignity by wielding swords and guns?"
The Queen Mother praised the three imperial concubines for their excellent craftsmanship. Huo Xinglan shook his head: It was far worse than the imperial chef.
It was not until later that he discovered that Song Liao had never written a poem for him, given him medicine once, or cooked for him once.
He went to look for her with a cold face, but received a piece of paper and a letter of departure:
"The one-year agreement between my concubine and the Queen has expired. Please keep your promise, Your Highness."
Huo Xinglan panicked instantly.
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Song Liao didn't understand why Huo Xinglan started to brush his face in front of her frequently after they reconciled.
Huo Xinglan: Ah Li, what do you think of this square inkstone? Do you still like it?
Huo Xinglan: Ah Li, look at this banquet. I hired a master from Jiangnan to make it specially for you. Does it suit your taste?
Huo Xinglan: Ah Li, I'm injured.
Song Liao couldn't bear it anymore: "It was just a cut while turning the book. If you had come a little later, the wound would have healed!"
#Forgive him, he is courting#
Food guide:
1. Marry first, love later + chase your wife in the crematorium, 1v1, he
Intention: Remember to speak when you have a mouth
