Spring Atmosphere

On the day when the prince of Zhenguo was weak, he made three wishes. One request: eternal blessing and glory Second request: a smooth career Third request: to be a wife worthy of Ruyi, the legitimate daughter of a high family. The first two wishes came easily to him, but only the third wish fell through. The cup of drunken wine at the weak crown banquet had misled his cousin, and he had no choice but to marry that person. Although the person had evil intentions, the marriage was considered appropriate, and the two of them had respected each other for twenty years, but it was a pity that they did not marry the beauty of their hearts. It's just that I didn't expect that when I opened my eyes again, I would be back to the weakest year. In this life... He held the sake in his hand and couldn't drink it anymore. He didn't know that he was not the only one who was ruined by that accident. The wife from my previous life is now in her boudoir waiting to be married, and the marriage of my childhood sweetheart is only waiting for the promised marriage in March next year. After the rebirth, Xu Jianjia saw the familiar figure under the eaves of the corridor. He took a long breath, left the banquet, turned around and threw himself into the arms of the young man under the plum blossom tree. "A Ming, I miss you. You and I should get married as soon as possible." * Lu Yanzhi, who was avoiding trouble, didn't understand why life was becoming more and more uncomfortable. The corners of my underwear are always prickly. Why did the fragrance of peach blossoms in spring float into the backyard again, making him feel itchy all over? The bowl of ginseng soup I had when I got home late was always too hot for my taste. Even the bluegrass under the window sill of the study room is left unattended The delicious snacks in the carriage are all gone... The people serving in the main room changed one after another... Until that summer rain suddenly came, he was dressed in purple and got wet from the rain, and he took shelter in a teahouse She saw her former wife busy giving rain gear to Tan Hwa Lang. She carried water to wipe people's hair, patted away the falling rain, and held up oil paper. The two of them were in love with each other, and their love was as deep as the sea. Lu Yanzhi's long-lasting depression suddenly found its fruit. Intention: Looking back cannot be pursued