The Prince Is Cold but Clingy

＊Full text completed. Wb: Pick a shadow in Jinjiang Copywriting of this article: 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 and nobles to peddlers and servants, people often come to her stall to buy tofu and eat it. 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 Dingguo family in Yong'an Lane, lives up to his name. He is as neat and orderly as an inkstone. He knows the rules and observes etiquette. He is famous in Beijing even before he is weak. He is a person as clean and clear as the new snow on the plum blossom. 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 Yan opened the curtain and looked out, he saw Madam Liu who was greeting her with a soft Wu Nong language 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?" *Growth article, imitation of fiction Pre-collection of "Snake He's Too Clingy" Please collect it~ Copywriting: Miss Fang Er gave birth to a hibiscus-faced girl, with a gentle and gentle temperament, sensible and filial piety, but it was a pity that she was a concubine. The aunt died early, and Miss Fang grew up walking on thin ice in the shadow of her mistress and eldest sister. Her biggest wish was to find a good marriage for herself. On a rainy day when cicadas hissed and frogs croaked, she went out to the temple to burn incense and picked up a small silver snake with red vertical pupils. The elders and servants in the family were afraid of it, but Miss Fang thought it was beautiful and secretly kept it in her boudoir. Miss Fang Er always goes out to offer incense because she has taken a fancy to one of her father's disciples, the young master of the Yao family. He had average knowledge and average family background, but he was handsome and down-to-earth. Every time he saw her, he would blush, avoid looking, and salute her. Miss Fang Er wants to marry him. Perhaps her sincere wish came true, and the elders on both sides agreed. Miss Fang was happily waiting for Young Master Yao to propose marriage. But on this day, there was a sudden thunder outside the house and a strong wind. Miss Fang could not wait for the news from the maid in the front yard, but the window of the boudoir was suddenly broken open. Second Miss Fang turned around in shock. A young man with soft white hair on his shoulders, a naked upper body, and a red-eyed boy with a complexion as cold as snow lay at the window and asked lazily: "Who are you going to marry?" Before he could answer, he broke through the wall and entered. Miss Fang Er watched helplessly as he slowly came dragging a silver-white giant snake tail. He wrapped his arms around her, pressed his cold cheek against her, felt her trembling, and asked coquettishly: "Didn't I say that I am the most beautiful little snake, do you like me the most?" —— More previews can be found in the author's column, and there are also the completed articles "The Spring Breeze Enters the Luo Curtain" and "The Daily Life of the Young Marquis to Coax His Wife". Interested friends can have a taste of it. Purpose: Love life