In the third year of Rongjing's reign, the ceremony collapsed, and the rules of the aristocratic family were no longer as strict as before. Lu Shijia, the second son of the Lu family of the Gongqing family, had a deep love for his widowed cousin.
Lu Shijia's light was shining brightly in the wind and the moon was shining, the waves were like spring willow trees, and the sky was as majestic as a lonely mountain. Everyone wanted to know why such an amazingly talented and beautiful person only kept his cousin who was a sinner and not very beautiful in his heart.
Lu Shijia blushed and said, "I don't know."
Xianyang doesn't know either - of course she wants to know more than anyone else.
What she wanted to know most was why on the first day she got married, her husband Lu Shijia would rather spend the night in a nunnery outside the city than look at her, a noble girl.
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"Everyone in the world praised them for breaking through the barriers of ethics and education. I should have applauded the lovers, but their horses galloped past and dust splashed all over my head and face."
At this moment, Xianyang remembered in a trance that when she was fourteen years old, she and her sister had made an appointment to pick chrysanthemums on the eastern fence and ride their horses on the southern mountain.
Nowadays, the peonies in Luoyang have bloomed and failed, and the horses have died in their stables.
She finally understood that the gentleman she had glimpsed among the peonies that year had his own butterfly.
Fortunately, she was reborn at the age of sixteen, and her butterfly was about to emerge from its cocoon.
Note: The male lead will be changed
Intention: Continuous self-improvement
