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When Qin Mu first saw him, it was during the lingering spring rain. He was kneeling upright in front of the gate of the Prime Minister's Mansion, full of passion and pride.
When I saw him later, he was in prison. He looked desolate at first sight, like a branch weighed down by heavy snow. It was almost suffocating, but it would stand up at any time.
For the first time, although she was emotional, she just watched;
The second time, she was moved and used the little privilege she had earned through more than ten years of loneliness to plead for him.
Since then, the fate of the two has been continuously intertwined, and their bond has become deeper and deeper.
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Qin Mu: "Recently there have been widespread rumors in Beijing related to you and me. It seems that my father also intends to inquire about this matter from me."
Wang Chusu: "I was the one who dragged the princess down."
But I thought silently in my heart: The princess is angry. She doesn't like hearing this rumor. I have to suppress it as soon as possible.
Qin: "If you don't have someone you like, and I don't have a romantic interest, why don't we take advantage of the situation and get married, and suppress everyone's opinions?"
Wang: "This matter is of vital importance to the princess's life. The princess should think about it again."
His tone was calm, but only he knew that his heartbeat was out of control.
Qin: "No need, I'm old enough to get married. People in Beijing who want to join the royal family are ready to make a move."
Wang: "Princess Wang is a high-ranking member of the Wang family. The princess treats the Wang family with great kindness. Wang will respect the princess after marrying her."
Behind these high-sounding words, Wang Chusu tried his best to suppress the little desire and selfishness in his heart.
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"Calamus on the Arctic"
Old man Zhao passed away under the persimmon tree next to the fence.
In that small house beside the busy road,
No one remembers that an old man named Zhao once lived there.
Old Man Zhao said that he had no children and did not expect anyone to miss him.
However, Beirong doesn't want to be forgotten.
To be forgotten is to die again.
Source of book title:
"Do you think that iris can grow on the Arctic Ocean, or bloom like the king lily beside the Nile?"
——"Spiritual Rain in the Empty Mountain"
Intention: There is true love in the world