Two hundred years of prosperity no longer fostered prosperity, but only ugliness.
Fuli was born in the Yamato royal family in the third year of Shangxi. Shangxi... Is still in the light, or it means that it is not yet bright but will be bright. Since she was born, her impression of her mother has been very vague. The strict hierarchy that cannot be challenged made her know that her mother is the empress of Yamato. The empress is the direct descendant? But why is it that as a legitimate princess, she has no ability to protect herself and is constantly being abused...
"Let go of my mother! Let go!" The boy wrapped in brocade silk was only eight or nine years old. Three or four guards stopped him and prevented him from coming forward. In front of the boy was a woman with messy hair but a beautiful face. Her eyebrows were somewhat similar to the boy's. "Mrs. He, the general won't let you see the crown prince. Please go back." Although the guard who grabbed the woman respectfully addressed her as madam, there was no trace of humility in his tone. People in this mansion had long stopped treating her as the general's wife. She staggered along with the guard's strength, and tears fell from her eyes. She turned her head and stopped looking at He Jue. That was the last time between them.
The rain pattered on Fu Li's face, constantly intruding through the thin clothes and oozing blood. She dragged her weak and heavy body back to Fu Nan Palace. The palace people coming and going on the long street did not dare to look up, did not stop to salute, and just left in a hurry. No one cared about this princess who was not taken seriously and allowed to be bullied. Before she entered the Funan Palace, Hua Yuan ran over from a distance holding an umbrella. She looked at Fu Li and helped her into the palace before she could speak. After a while, a little palace maid ran out of the Funan Palace and went straight to the Taiyuan Hospital.
"The slave has given Concubine Sun Shu medicine according to the princess's instructions, and has also brought Guard Zhang into the inner room." The eleven-year-old girl, dressed in fine clothes, stood in an unsuitable dark corner, and the panicked footsteps of the palace people behind a wall kept coming. When she sent the palace maid away and was about to leave, she met him. The young man in a red shirt looked at her with a smile but not a smile. He had no intention of interfering and wanted to leave but was stopped by Fu Li. The little girl didn't believe him and approached step by step with a short blade...
"I congratulate you, Princess." He saw her again after five years. She was sitting in the middle of the main hall of Funan Hall, her hair tied with only a plain hairband. There was green plum tea in a tea cup on the sandalwood table. He took a sip and was not used to it.
We met in a summer, saw you through a hazy rain in a summer, and we will be together forever.
I want to write a story about two poor smart guys, something like this.
Intention: The peach and plum trees are silent and the next step is to create a trail of its own.
