The eldest princess was old and unmarried, so at the palace banquet, she was asked by the first-rank prime minister to be her consort.
Everyone said this was wishful thinking. Taifu Ji was already in love with the granddaughter of Li Yushi's family.
At that time, a gust of wind blew from the palace to the first house on Qingxue Street.
There are thousands of bright lanterns in Prime Minister Ji's Mansion, and the white marble floor illuminated by the shadows of the glazed lamps is colorful.
Ji Yong's eyes fell on the red acacia on the branch, and he was lost in thought.
It's already this hour, so she won't come...
Concept: The sun always shines after the storm, and there is a clear sky above the dark clouds
