Chuntao is dead.
Died on her ninety-fifth birthday.
When he died, he was clad in gold and silver, with his children and grandchildren around his knees.
In fact, if you think about it carefully, she should have no regrets in her life, she is just a little frustrated.
Chuntao was sold into Fengyue Tower by Yazi when she was a child. She was ransomed before she could pick up the guests and became a slave of Ma Mansion. Later, she married the chief housekeeper of Ma Mansion and became the wife of the housekeeper. Although she is a slave, she is still much better than being a flower girl. She has no shortage of money and lives a more decent life than ordinary petty officials.
At that time, there was a girl named Yunlian in Fengyue Tower, who was the most beautiful besides Chuntao. Then one day, the eldest daughter of Ma Mansion who had been missing for more than ten years was suddenly found. This person was Yun Lian.
Chuntao knew that the eldest lady Ma Yunlian redeemed her life and allowed her to serve her personally, not because of any deep sisterly affection, but just to take the opportunity to learn from each other.
When she opened her eyes again, she found that she had returned to the day when Yun Lian had just recognized her ancestor and returned to her clan.
This time, she suddenly didn't want to live so miserable.
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Chuntao has a secret. She once met the new emperor Ji Yan.
At that time, Ji Yan was not the new emperor, he was just a peasant boy who did not have enough to eat or clothing to keep warm.
At that time, Ji Yan often sold goods on the street not far from Fengyue Tower, and Chuntao also visited several times.
But the intersection between the two only ends there.
Two taels of broken silver and five fox skins.
Not worth mentioning.
So every time she heard Ma Yunlian show off that her husband had received personal praise from the new emperor, Chuntao always remained silent.
Unexpectedly, time went back seven years to Chengjing.
This year, Chuntao was still the most beautiful flower girl in Fengyue Tower.
This year, Ji Yan was still setting up a stall on Jiqing Street.
There is still time for everything.
Intention: Never give up
