Pick Flowers and Pistils

The family arranged a marriage for Wutang, a son from a merchant family. While traveling in the countryside, she deliberately took the opportunity to see her future husband. As a result, I got a startling glimpse on the cruise ship. With her mind trembling, she decided to be brave and ask her servant to give her husband her private handkerchief. Lang Jun rubbed the soft handkerchief with his slender fingers and raised his eyebrows to look over. The moment their eyes met, the corners of Wutang's eyes were red with shyness. Even so, she kept a straight face and asked Lang Jun to remember her appearance. She was very satisfied to have such a charming man in her family. —— When I was investigating the case, I was suddenly stuffed into a handkerchief. The handkerchief was as smooth as water, and the embroidery on the corner of the handkerchief was lifelike. It was considered to be the best. Looking up, the crabapple tree is in full bloom. The twigs hold clusters of crabapple flowers and climb to the beaded window sill, presenting them to a woman sitting in a pavilion. He couldn't help but squeeze the handkerchief tightly, and felt a delicate touch on his fingertips, which should be the same as hers... —— There was still some time left before the marriage. During this period, Wutang often exchanged letters with her husband, and occasionally met up to go to temple fairs. She felt more and more that her husband was very kind and her parents had good taste. That day suddenly came the news that Lang Jun was arrested and imprisoned. She rushed to the gate of Dali Temple in panic and saw her husband walking out of Dali Temple intact. Wutang just breathed a sigh of relief, and the next moment—— The aunt threw herself at Lang Jun's feet and knelt down: "Sir! Sir! My son has been wronged. Qianli would not do such a thing, sir!" Wutang was stunned. "Qianli" was Lang Jun's name. If it was "Qianli" who was imprisoned, then who is this person? —— Under the crabapple tree, the man picked a crabapple flower, opened the petals in front of Wutang to reveal the tender stamens, put it on the tip of his nose and sniffed, his narrow eyes fell on Wutang, and smiled lightly: "It smells very good." The corners of Wutang's eyes were bright red, and she turned her head and buried herself in his arms. Intention: Love bravely.