("Everyday Life of a Low Marriage" will be released on July 21st. Those who like it must collect it!!)
*** Lihua is innocent and does not like red, but she fell into the mud by mistake.
On the night of the Yuan Dynasty, she slipped out of the house and looked at the nine-foot-tall monk with novelty, playing with the Zen staff with a haggard face. The Zen staff was rattling, the monk was staggering and panting, and there were only two or three copper coins in the broken wooden bowl. There were only a few spectators.
She stood looking at it playfully and asked the maid, "Is it so hard to be an entertainer?"
He heard it and replied gruffly: "I'm sick, I don't usually act like this!"
So the young lady, who was not familiar with the world, rewarded him with ten taels of silver out of pity.
Half a year later, his father and brother were killed, his house was confiscated, his female relatives were sold, and my mother was killed in front of the monument in the ancestral hall. She was confiscated as a slave and was bought by the madam.
The monk came all the way to rescue him. He brought down a pile of silver and smashed the red sandalwood Luan Feng Chun stool from the Golden Grotto to pieces. His eyes seemed to be filled with fire. "What's wrong with the monk? The monk can also buy a girl!"
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After all the wealth was spent, he redeemed his delicate bones and sent her to the capital to get married day and night.
In the scorching sun, he scooped up some water, secretly broke a lotus leaf, and put it over her head. "Don't let the sun melt your delicate skin. Amitabha, this young monk has committed the crime of stealing."
In the freezing cold night, he leaned on his Zen staff and stood guard outside the dilapidated temple like an Arhat. He let her sleep peacefully beside the bonfire in the temple while he ate dry biscuits to satisfy his hunger.
It rained heavily and the mountain road was muddy. He asked her to hold an umbrella and carried her through the muddy water step by step. His ears were red and he chanted Amitabha. The form is emptiness.
After many difficulties, she was finally sent to the capital.
On the day of their wedding, he was very drunk in the inn. He saw her in a wedding dress in a hazy state, looking gorgeous and graceful. He thought it was another absurd dream. The inner demon was born and he could not control his desires.
When I woke up the next day, I saw that the beauty was blushing, her black hair was messy, and her eyes were full of messy red wedding clothes.
She held up her jade arms, had black hair and red lips, and her eyes were moist, "You taught me that good things should be fought for by yourself. In my heart, there is no such thing as a handsome gentleman, only a statue of an Arhat standing tall and upright."
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1. The background is fictitious, with a cultural framework of the Song Dynasty, and a bunch of private settings. In order to meet the needs of the plot, it does not completely fit;
2. The male protagonist is reckless and straightforward, a rough-and-tumble warrior monk, while the female protagonist is weak and wealthy in the early stage, and gradually grows up after going through hardships.
3. 1V1 SC, HE (really, HE means HE), the characters have different values and do not represent the author's values.
4. The copywriting is useless, just read the copywriting...
5. Micro group portrait, not a cool article, slow pace (what other labels can I think of adding)
Intention: There is light in the mud
