That spring, peach blossoms dyed half the sky red, and Luo Chen waited for his boy under the tree.
Yan Yu: When Mr. Luo gets married, he naturally has to choose someone who is well-matched.
Luo Chen: Yes, if Feng Qing doesn't mind, when I win the first prize and become an official in the court, I will carry an eight-carat sedan chair to marry you.
Yan Yu: The eight-carriage sedan carries ladies from all walks of life.
Luo Chen: Of course I can support you.
Another spring, the peach blossoms were still in full bloom, but his boy had disappeared.
It was already cold autumn when we saw each other again.
Luo Chen: I passed the first prize and have been an official in the court for a year. I wonder if Young Master Yan is still willing to marry me?
Yan Yu: I can't get married. I will get married to the daughter of the Mo family at the beginning of next month, and I won't miss you anymore.
In the end, the eight-carriage sedan still carried the ladies, just like it had for thousands of years, unchanged.
Intention: At least don't let yourself regret it