I Picked the Flowers of the High Mountains by Writing Storybooks

Yan Dongling was a storyteller. When he was writing the storybook smoothly, he suddenly got stuck, so he had to focus on Li Wuhan. Li Wuhan is the eldest son of Boyuanhou Mansion, he has a pure demeanor and is as cold as ice. It just so happens that, like the male protagonist in Yan Dongling's stuck story book, he is also a cold and pure flower on the high mountain. But Yan Dongling felt that he was pretending. It turned out that one day at a banquet, when someone was discussing her famous talk book that was popular in the city, he made a cool comment: It was offensive and unintelligible. Yan Dong was so spiritual that he felt that this man was blind, and he always stayed away from him whenever he saw him. However, in order to obtain inspiration for writing a storybook, Yan Dongling decided to use Li Wuhan as a comparison to continue writing. * Li Wuhan has been very distressed recently. The second lady of Yan Shangshu's family seems to be too obsessed with him. Whenever there is a banquet in the capital, she always looks at herself longingly. Not only did he create accidental encounters intentionally or unintentionally, he even bribed the boys around him to get information about him. He was determined to find a chance to make it clear to her. One day at a banquet, the ladies of the aristocratic family were having fun with flower balls. Someone said: "We are going to visit the garden later, why don't we take the flower balls to invite the young master over there!" When he saw Yan Dongling holding a flower ball in his hand, he walked in his direction. Li Wuhan's face was solemn, and when he was about to refuse, the flower ball was handed to the hand of his friend beside him. The girl held up the bouquet and said with a sweet smile: "Congratulations to your high school, No. 1 Scholar!" Li Wuhan's outstretched hand stopped halfway... ——-Xiaosi's diary-—— March 15th, sunny Hearing that Miss Yan rescued a kitten from a group of naughty children, the young master smiled and said that Miss Yan looked naughty on the face, but she was actually very kind-hearted. Beginning of summer, heavy rain Something happened to Miss Yan, and the young master rushed there in a hurry, forgetting to put on his outer robe. March 28, sunny The young master went to school today to give a lecture, and Miss Yan secretly read the storybook during his class. It's strange that such a selfless person like the Young Master didn't expose her. April, sunny Hearing that Miss Yan and Hang Zhuangyuan had an appointment to go boating, the young master had to invite Hang Zhuangyuan for a drink. As a result, Hang Zhuangyuan got drunk and the young master went to the appointment by himself... ----------------------- "Madam, Her Tongue Is Like a Lotus Flower" Mingshan suffers from a strange disease - if she doesn't sincerely praise ten people in a day, she will suffer from severe pain in her heart and will cough up blood. In order to survive, she had no choice but to smile at people and say good things for free. With this mouth, she, a little concubine who was not favored by the Shaoqing Palace, grew up to the age of sixteen safely. However, not everyone in this world likes to hear nice words. Xie Heng, the powerful prison chief, is known as the "cold-faced King of Hell" and hates flattering people most in his life. On the day of the palace banquet, Mingshan slipped and fell into the water. In a panic, she grabbed him as he was passing by the pool. In full view of everyone, his clothes were wet. An imperial edict granted marriage. Xie Heng looked at her coldly and concluded that this woman was deeply scheming and could only cling to her. Before she could reveal her true identity, he saw her hovering in front of his eyes like a sparrow every day, her mouth full of rude words. "My husband is an outstanding and handsome man, unique in the capital." "My husband's swordsmanship is as good as a god, and you will forget the vulgarity when you see it!" Xie Heng closed his eyes and put his knuckles on his forehead. ——Really noisy. One day, Mingshan came over again, stared at him while drinking tea, and suddenly said: "My husband's lips are red and soft." She said this casually, as if it was a sunny day and there were birds under the eaves. As soon as he finished speaking, a crisp bird call came from outside the window. Her eyes lit up, she lifted up her skirt and ran after him. Suddenly he was the only one left in front of the case. A long time. He lowered his eyes and put down the tea cup. The fingertips lightly passed over the lower lip. ——He paused suddenly again. … --- Xie Heng believed that his heart was as solid as stone and would never be moved by a few sweet words. Until that day there was a banquet at the Duke's Mansion. He took his seat as usual, but saw that she was looking at the prince of the Duke's Mansion with her eyebrows furrowed. "Your Majesty is Fengya. This jade crown really complements you. It is the crown jewel in the capital." Xie Heng's hand holding the cup paused slightly. ——These words were exactly what she said when she complimented him on his hosta three days ago. The tea cup in his hand suddenly broke. --- That night, Xie Heng trapped the person on the couch, his eyes were dark and his voice was cold: "Mingshan, are you so affectionate towards everyone?" Mingshan felt a sudden pain in her heart. Oh no, there was still one person left to praise today! She spoke hurriedly: "Husband! You are handsome, graceful, majestic, wise, powerful and decisive in killing..." Xie Heng was furious and leaned over to seal the silence with a kiss: "... Shut up." The heroine: boasting about extending her life, a life-saving sweet-talking level 10 scholar, she is really just afraid of death Male protagonist: He is dissatisfied with his physical integrity, annoyed by compliments but afraid that she won't praise him, cold-faced, sullen and jealous. Intention: Positive, self-reliant and self-reliant