Zhique

In the twelfth year of Shanwu's reign, two things happened that made the people of Yangcheng talk about it. First, Cui Lanshu, a child of a family of military generals, gave up martial arts and studied literature. He became the number one scholar in high school. When he was named on the gold medal list, he rode a horse through the streets of Yangcheng. At that time, the flowers were all over his lap. The handsome number one scholar captured the hearts of young girls for unknown reasons. Secondly, on the second day after being named on the gold medal list, the number one scholar knelt down in front of Prince Qing's Mansion and asked to marry his father, Cui Yuzhili's boss, Prince Qing's eldest daughter, Zhuang Zhiyu. … Zhuang Zhiyu married Cui Lanshu in a daze because of his old father's words: "Civil officials should be civil servants. It doesn't matter if they are born in a lower family, as long as they treat you well." She is not stupid. She still remembered that the sun was shining brightly that day, and the young man's dark eyes looking at her from across the threshold were full of persistence and admiration. It was true. It's just. After three years of marriage, I don't know how long ago the "heartbeat" turned into "regret". Unfortunately, the cinnabar mole eventually turned into mosquito blood. It is also true. On the day when Cui Lanshu was promoted to Minister of Household Affairs, relatives and friends walked through the door. Old acquaintances and friends in the boudoir were overjoyed, and they all congratulated Zhuang Zhiyu on the right bet. Only Zhuang Zhiyu stayed up all night. The next day, she got up from the rooster's crow. With her eyes red from staying up late, she poured herself a cup of overnight herbal tea and drank it. She calmly said to Cui Lanshu, who was arranging her court clothes and getting ready to go to court: "Let's leave together." … After a year of peace and separation. On the day when the dragon raised its head, a rumor spread throughout the streets and alleys in Central City that Luo Que, the chief guard of Prince Qing's palace, had become the sparrow that flew up the branch and was about to marry Wen Ning, the legitimate daughter of the Minister of Rites. When he heard the news, Zhuang Zhiyu was stunned. He turned his head and looked at the man squatting on the sycamore tree in the small courtyard. He was dressed in an ordinary guard's mysterious uniform. His rough hand, which was used to wielding a sword, was padded with a handkerchief from an unknown source. In the handkerchief, a baby bird was carefully wrapped. With a serious face, the young man respectfully sent the baby bird back to the nest. The Yan Shui sword that had always been with him was placed casually in Zhuang Zhiyu's hand. Raising his hand and touching his pocket, Zhuang Zhiyu found that his favorite piece of handkerchief had disappeared at some point. Zhuang Zhiyu: "..." * Zhuang Zhiyu had two marriages in his turbulent life, a young guard who was crazy about martial arts but absolutely loyal, and a dog who regretted losing her. With a little effort, he managed to achieve both civil and military skills. Wonderful. ——Important Reading Guide—— ①The heroine has married someone sincerely ② I know that my writing style is not worthy of writing a series, and I have already scolded myself, so I declined writing guidance. Intention: Since ancient times, people have always been dedicated to killing people from the sky.