On the 32nd year of the Jiang Dynasty, during the Shangyuan Festival, the famous Qunfang Tower in Shengjing was reduced to ashes overnight for unknown reasons.
There was heavy snowfall in northern Xinjiang, and the day when the young general of the Gu family, who had fought his way out of a tight siege by the northern army, rushed back to the capital, it was the day of the funeral of the owner of Qunfang Tower and the twenty-two musicians and eighteen dancers in the tower. Among the ashes, people did not even find their complete bones. The wealthy family regretted that they could not bring this beautiful girl into their palace. The brothel and wine shop were singing and dancing, and everyone was happy that their greatest rival had fallen. Only the poor family who often gave alms to the girls collected their belongings and made a tomb. In the wind and snow, people saw the general of the Gu family sitting on his knees in the ashes, pulling at the broken walls like crazy, crying bitterly.
"The only thing left by his mother in Qunfang Tower was destroyed. Oh, the world is unfair! We are both from the founding county family, how come the Gu family is living like this..."
"That's right. I've heard for a long time that General Gu is dissatisfied with the Shengjing royal family. The whole family is at the frontier. They quietly raise troops. If the country is shaken again, it will be a matter of time before the people are in dire straits! The small Qunfang Tower is just a lesson. Let's see how long the Gu family can continue to be arrogant!"
Three years later, Gu Qingci, the general of the army who pacified Xisai, was sitting in the renovated Qunfang Tower. The curtains were shaking, and outside the dim lights, a fat little girl had her hands on her hips and her neck stiffened, with an unconvinced look on her face.
"This official, Mrs. Zhongli is my mother's old friend, so it is only natural that I should come to this group of Fang Houses to learn arts!"
Shaking the wine glass with his fingers, he sneered, "Zhongli Shi is such a top musician in the capital. You can just say that we are old friends in a tattered letter."
The curtain was suddenly blown open by the wind. Gu Qingci held an old copper bell in his hand, raised his head and squinted at the people in the audience.
"I also said that Zhongli Shi is my unmarried wife, how about that?"
[1V1 HE The story of the love story between Miss Jiang and the general who is ten years older than her]
Concept: Women are strong
