Shen Ju'an opened the hikerchief, and Feng Yan raised a pair of eyes full of autumn water to look at him, then reached out to touch his ears, "Master, your ears are so red."
"Feng Yan! Don't call me master at this time."
"Then what should I call you?"
"Call me... Guihong, or Xianggong." The lingering voice disappeared into the kiss.
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Pan Xianggong was the prime minister of two dynasties, ranked among the three princes, and had many peaches and plums all over the world. But when he mentioned his most proud student at that time - Shen Ju'an, the youngest number one scholar in this dynasty, he shook his head repeatedly, "His father was a loyal prince, and he was an infatuated prince. He worked as a good housekeeper for a peasant girl, and he lost his mind."
Intent: A drop of water wears away a stone, persist in changing lives