One year after Yu Wu, the concubine of Beidi King who was picked up from the battlefield by Dingbei Hou, returned to the capital, the alleys of the capital were filled with remarks related to him. This day Yu Wu heard it again...
——"He is so good-looking, and his features are so heroic!"
——"I heard that he is only sixteen this year. Although I can't catch up, my little sister is exactly the same age, so marrying him is perfect!"
Yu Wu: ... Why do all the eldest ladies in the capital want to marry him overnight?
Even the sixth prince came to ask him about this: Zhulian, you have been in Beijing for a year, but do you have a woman you like? If so, I can tell my father and ask him to grant me a marriage.
What the hell? ! Young Master, I'm only sixteen!
Yu Wu covered up the shock in his eyes and replied, "Thank you, Your Highness, for your kindness. I don't have a woman I like at the moment, so I won't bother Your Highness."
"Then if they want to marry you, will you agree?" Xiang Yundu looked at Yu Wu with a smile.
"I will only marry the person I love."
"What if it's me, and I marry you, will you marry me or not?"
... Help, I didn't look at the almanac when I went out today! ! !
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1. Historical fiction and no historical basis. Be cautious after researching the party.
2. Refuse writing guidance
Purpose: Cherish the people in front of you