[The superior bows his head/takes by force/chases his wife at the crematorium]
[Control, possessiveness and maximal superiority * delicate and frail beauty]
The hibiscus bird in the other courtyard flew away.
The snow is as heavy as a mat.
Song Shuhe was hiding in the cave tremblingly. Countless candles illuminated her little face covered with dust and dirt, as well as her panic-stricken eyes.
She saw Meng Tinggu take off his cloak and put it on her shoulders, and heard his gentle and calm tone as before.
"Are you still running? Velvet."
And then——
Meng Tinggu's expression remained unchanged as he put the dagger into Song Shuhe's heart.
Everyone knows that Meng Tingyu was ruthless and powerful, but he had a deep love for his "dead wife" Song Shuhe, and stayed day and night in Yingyue Pavilion, where Song Shuhe lived before his death.
No one knew that the ice coffin containing Song Shuhe was actually empty.
Deeper and deeper, the candles in Yingyue Pavilion are bright all night long.
Meng Tinggu stroked the moisture at the corners of Song Hehe's eyes with his fingertips, and his voice was indescribably gentle: "Why are you crying?"
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Halfway through the palace banquet, the prince used the excuse of changing clothes to come out for some air.
The rain and mist were misty, and there was a person standing on the waterside pavilion, soaked all over and in a miserable state.
I heard from the palace people that this was Wen Sui, the wife of the new No. 1 Scholar, who should have been extremely prosperous. Unfortunately, the No. 1 Scholar had his own heart, so he abandoned his newlywed wife for his sweetheart, leaving her alone in the waterside pavilion to cover her face and cry.
How pitiful.
The prince sneered.
He asked someone to give her an oil-paper umbrella.
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Wen Sui was the daughter of the Crown Prince and Tutor. She had been weak-tempered since she was a child. After her marriage, she served her parents-in-law diligently for half a year, but she only received a "pedantic and boring" comment from her husband.
She knew that she had an unpleasant personality, and she also knew that her husband had someone else in mind.
But Wen Sui had no other choice.
She has learned the virtues of women since she was a child, and learned the three virtues of obedience and the four virtues - obeying her father before she is married, obeying her husband when married, and obeying her son after her husband's death.
That day at the palace banquet, her husband suspected that she had done something to her sweetheart, so he angrily pushed her into the rain and walked away.
When I was most embarrassed, someone brought me an oil-paper umbrella.
Wen Sui thought he had met a good person.
Later she found out that the man was the real Buddha with the face of the beast and the heart of the beast.
Another palace banquet.
The heavy rain was pouring down, and the newly crowned scholar knelt in front of the East Palace Gate, shivering with cold.
The hibiscus tent in the palace is warm, the clouds have stopped and the rain has settled.
The prince's eyebrows were gentle and he asked knowingly: "... Sui Sui, can we let him come in to take shelter from the rain?"
Wen Sui hugged his slightly bulging belly, sobbing and speechless.
Purpose: Live hard
