"I see you are idle. Why don't you go to Dali Temple to work as a clerk and add a small treasury for yourself." Shen Xu glanced at Shen Fei who was stuffing peach blossom cakes into his mouth and sighed.
Just because of his brother's words, Shen Fei, who was in his mid-twenties, found a hard job in Dali Temple, where he piled up volumes of bamboo slips every day.
Xie Shaoqing is a young official who handles cases calmly every day and never seems to have any emotional ups and downs. He redressed all the wrongs in the world and took matters into his own hands. Shen Fei was on pins and needles in the hands of such a harsh person.
But she didn't expect that that day, Xie Shaoqing pushed her into the corner. His eyes were slightly red, his voice was trembling slightly, and he said word by word: "You hate me?"
Shen Fei wanted to come here to inquire about the details of the case, but he accidentally bumped into the room of the popular Mu Bai. The capital, a wealthy place, has no shortage of beautiful people, let alone talented artists, but that woman was so famous that she became famous in the capital with her one dance, and even if she only performed as an entertainer, she would win thousands of dollars.
Shen Fei thought he would see some amazing scene and turned around to leave. Unexpectedly, he saw that beautiful woman...
During the Shangyuan Festival, the palace was decorated with lanterns and colors, and Shen Fei accompanied Xie Shaoqing to the banquet. After three rounds of drinking, Shen Fei felt a little uncomfortable with his drunkenness. He got up and walked around in the imperial garden, taking a look at the lanterns in the capital today.
Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the concubine who had always been favored. She was wearing a purple cloak and looked elegant. The man in front of her stroked the snow from her hair and said, "Wanwan, we met by chance."
It wasn't until the firelight turned half the sky red at night that Shen Fei gained some consciousness. She was wearing the man's cloak and was held tightly in Xie Shaoqing's arms.
In the firelight, Shen Fei's eyes reflected a figure. The figure didn't know whether he was in grief or fear. He was stumbling while walking...
Intention: growth