In the thirteenth year of Yong'an, it is the end of the year and the weather is cold. Say goodbye to the old and welcome the new.
Ji Yuwen put a lowly "bird" in the room as he wished.
Birds are also prison birds.
Shen Guique wouldn't care about these two titles.
He is gentle and pleasant, quiet and delicate.
Everyone said that he was a bird with bright feathers, staying in the palm of Ji Yuwen's hand.
A pillow on a locust tree brings joy to the world.
But Ji Yuwen knew clearly that it was never up to him to stay or leave.
They are bound to each other and remain in the human world.
For a long time, grow old together.
Spring passes and autumn comes, love and hate are without reason.
Your Highness, I don't have any talent that would astound the world. Without the strength to go into battle and kill the enemy, a broken body cannot serve as your civil servants and generals. ——Shen Guique
The love I give you doesn't need to be praised by the world or written down in history books. ——Ji Yuwen
Purpose: Love makes people learn restraint