On the day Cheng Qiqi died, the north wind carried broken snow and covered the thatch eaves.
At that time, the Cheng family had collapsed, and her husband had abandoned her like a pair of shoes. Only the young county magistrate, who had been favored by the Cheng family, pushed open the old firewood door in the deep snow, personally collected her bones, built the tomb and erected a monument for her.
As her soul swayed, she saw the man in a green robe standing in the wind and snow, alone in front of her grave, drinking wine to pay homage.
Snow flakes were piled up on his shoulders, and the hem of his official robe was soaked in mud, but he didn't notice it at all. He still bowed to the solitary grave again and again, with a pious attitude, as if he were paying homage to gods and Buddhas.
Once reborn, Cheng Qiqi returned to the afternoon when she almost drowned five years ago.
In panic, she grabbed her savior's sleeves that were soaked in water.
The young man in front of her was as thin as a bamboo, with dark eyebrows, and his coarse old shirt couldn't hide his bookish air. He clearly looked like the county magistrate who held her coffin and erected a monument for her in her previous life!
Since then, there have been many interesting stories in the capital——
The apple of Duke Ying's eye was chasing after a poor scholar all day long to greet him.
He was plotted against by his classmates, but she blocked all the open and secret attacks for him; he was humiliated by the children of aristocratic families, and she defended him in public by throwing a cup to expose the case; she would carefully collect even the poems he wrote casually, treating them as treasures.
All the noble ladies in the capital laughed at her for looking down on herself. The legitimate daughter of a dignified prince was actually entangled with a poor scholar.
Cheng Qiqi laughed that they couldn't see through it.
The world only knew that he came from a humble background, but they didn't know that he was the only person in the previous life who was willing to collect her bones and build her grave.
Little did they know that this currently unknown scholar from a humble family would become one of the most powerful ministers in the Great Zhou Dynasty in the future, with overwhelming power and fear from everyone.
After resurrecting her life, she brushed aside the wind and snow of the troubled world with her bare hands, vowing to sweep away the dust on the Qingyun Road for him.
"You came through the wind and snow, but you became my spring beauty in the world."
Intention: If you never forget it, there will be a response
