Qingyun

Song Shu came from a wealthy family, was arrogant and extravagant, and grew up to be a noble man until he was eighteen years old. In a deserted cave in a windy and snowy countryside, without a high bed, soft pillows, brocade quilts or rue, he endured this first pain in the world in panic. Even if I wanted to get it back, I couldn't bring myself to do it, so I had to give up. He thought he would never meet that man again in his life. Until that man worked hard and climbed up step by step to become the most powerful official in the Great Xia. He became a commoner, became a bachelor, was promoted to the cabinet, and became the first assistant tomb chief. Until his father, who had always been proud and proud, knelt on the ground to greet him. Song Shu knew that Shen Yunan was no longer what he used to be. And a secret will always be a secret. But until his family was ruined and he moved thousands of miles away, he realized that the secret he thought was no longer a secret. But during the migration, the soft quilts and pillows in the rooms at the post stations were the respectful expressions of the soldiers when they were on their way... ↑Accepted by perspective ↓Attack perspective The vegetation was deep in spring, and Song Shu was lazy in front of the window, taking a break to avoid reading. There was a breeze filling his sleeves, and raindrops splashed on his silk hair. Shen Yun'an, who was busy with court affairs and had urgent matters to attend to, stopped to take a long look, then quickly lowered his eyebrows, suppressing his surging emotions. In a few months, the autumn leaves will be golden and the pomegranates will be abundant. Song Shu likes to eat pomegranates and rides on the wall to pick fruits at night. Shen Yunan goes out at night to relax and sees the moonlight covering his body from a distance. Shen Yunan goes deep into the devil's barrier and thinks: That is my young man. I want to grow old with him, lovingly. Step by step, he rises to power and controls the government and the public. Shen Yun'an Gong Purpose: Happiness must be striven for, love must be guarded with heart