Wine in Every Home Along the Year-End Streets

On a bright lane, a girl with her hair in a jaunty ponytail stood blocking the entrance to her home, biting into half an apple. "What happens in the jianghu stays in the jianghu! You ran to tattle to my parents and broke the rules of the road! That's no way for a hero to act!" Sheng Yingli glared at the intruder who had trespassed on her turf, speaking with righteous indignation. The young man with half his hair tied back lowered his eyes and glanced at the domineering girl. "Hmph." Idiot. Sheng Yingli "He's looking down on me! Aaaaaah!" "Win today's battle, and I get the final say on who leads the lane!" "Brothers, charge!" Zhang Baicheng reached out and pushed her aside. In an even voice, he said, "Excuse me. I'm here to ask for your hand in marriage." Thump. The half-eaten apple fell right out of Sheng Yingli's mouth. The love and hate between two neighborhood tyrants. One is a brute, the other a scoundrel. Their days are a chaotic mess. Coming soon "Strong Wine, Rich Spring (Reborn)" A vengeful woman VS a world-weary man. Several years had passed since the chaos of war, and the great clans were propping up the regime. Cui Xiangyi, a daughter of the Qinghe Cui clan, was married to Zhou Juxu at the age of fifteen and became empress. Rumor had it that this emperor, welcomed to the throne by the great clans, had personally bent down to wipe mud from his little empress's boots while out on a spring excursion. So beloved was she that every young woman in the Southern Dynasty envied Cui Xiangyi her good fortune. But in the seventh year of Datong, the entire Cui clan was convicted of crimes and executed. Early in the eighth year of Datong, the imperial edict ordering Cui Xiangyi to take her own life arrived alongside Zhou Juxu's newly appointed Noble Consort, his widowed cousin and the apple of his eye. Cui Xiangyi leaned against a couch, her long hair loosely bound with a strip of white silk. She lifted the cup of poisoned wine with her delicate hand and idly swirled its clear contents. She raised her eyes to the beautiful woman in her ornate robes and said, "Zhou Juxu is so stingy, he won't even give you the position of empress." Watching the woman's expression change in an instant, Cui Xiangyi curled her lips into a smile, tipped back her head, and drained the cup of poison. -- Reborn, Cui Xiangyi returned to the fourth year of Datong, when she was still unmarried and living in her maiden home. The wedding crown glittered on the low table. Gazing into the bronze mirror, she smiled as she adjusted it on her head, then entered Fengyang Hall to meet the groom in his wedding robes. The wine is strong, the spring is rich. Are you drunk? "Winter's Blessing" Wuniang was born a slender courtesan, accustomed to looking up at others. Xie Tingjin was the most powerful man she had ever met. At that evening banquet, she snatched Yaofang's opportunity and rode the favorable wind to Shengjing with Xie Tingjin. A place of splendor, a world of fame and fortune, bustling with the powerful and influential. Wuniang was settled in a separate estate, where summer ice and autumn crabs were always at hand. Blinded by his favor, she let herself entertain a foolish hope. "Will you marry me, sir?" At that moment, Xie Tingjin was expressionlessly stuffing grapes into her generously padded bodice. The man had black hair and ink-dark eyes. At her question, he glanced at her. "Is this three-thousand-qing estate not big enough for you?" A chill spread across her chest. Wuniang's slender neck was forced upward, and she smiled with curved eyes, the moon reflected in them, luminous and wet. Half a month later The estate caught fire. A thousand qing of land went up in flames, reduced to scorched earth. The person hidden away there so tenderly vanished, leaving not even a trace of her bones. Yet word had it that the Northern Garrison's Intelligence Office turned the capital upside down, all to find that kept woman. The chrysanthemums were in full bloom at the Rongguo Duke's estate banquet. The young men and women gathered in the garden, lively with conversation, and naturally the latest news from the capital came up. "Affection that comes too late is worth less than grass." The woman, as lovely as a peony, was painting autumn chrysanthemums. Her voice was calm as she offered her judgment. "Brother Xie has finally arrived! Come meet the Rong family's third young lady!" A friend waved him over. Wuniang lifted her eyes and saw a tall, quiet figure standing by the moon gate. She didn't know how long he had been there, but his gaze was fixed on her, heavy and intent. Her friend turned to Wuniang with a teasing grin. "That's the Northern Garrison's commander. The man you just insulted. Hahaha..." Wuniang smiled, set down her brush, and gracefully curtsied in greeting. "Mingcheng pays her respects to Lord Xie. May you enjoy every blessing." Xie Tingjin's hand, hanging at his side, clenched until his bones ached. Later. Wuniang no longer wanted the position of wife that he had refused to give her that night. Theme: Growing together and loving life.