Looking at herself in the mirror, Liu Hua twisted the fabric on her shoulders and moved it down a few points.
Thinking of Xiao Rong's angry and blushing Qingjun face, Liuhua couldn't help covering her mouth and laughing out loud
"What a young boy, I can't stand it now."
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Xiao Rong passed the imperial examination at the age of 20 and paraded through the streets on horseback wearing the embroidered robe of the number one scholar. He turned his head and blew the flowers off his shoulders. Princess Jiahe immediately designated him as the chief minister of the mansion.
After that, there were occasional rumors that Xiao Rong was pretending to be the princess's chief minister, but in reality, he was just waiting for the time to come. The chief minister would become the emperor's son-in-law, and he would be able to obtain glory, wealth, official career, and money at his fingertips...
However, a widow made all this deflect.
Passionate Widow × Cold and Shy Number One Scholar
Intention: Spring comes out of dead trees.
