When Jiang Yu was staying in the Duan family, she overheard that she had an engagement with the Duan family's eldest son.
Duan's eldest brother, Zhilan Yushu, was known as Pan An in appearance, but also as Chen Wang Badou. He was the husband that many Chang'an women dreamed of. When Jiang Yu heard the news, her heart was filled with sweetness.
The second son of the principal wife of the Duan family, one is civil and the other is military.
Duan Erlang joined the army when he was six years old and has been in the army for most of his life. A great victory at the border, Duan Erlang will make a triumphant return soon.
Everyone in Duan's house rejoiced, swept away the dust, and waited for Duan Hanzheng like a god.
On the day Duan Erlang returned home, Jiang Yu happened to go out for an outing.
When Jiang Yu returned home at sunset, she ran into a high, hard black wall at the corner of the backyard.
Why is he so tall?
Jiang Yu had to raise her head to meet his gaze.
"I'm sorry." Jiang Yu didn't recognize this tough face. Counting the days, it might be Erlang of the Duan family.
After all, such a burly man is rare in the Duan family, and the only one like him is Duan Hanzheng, who was born in the military.
Watching Miss Jiang's hurried figure go away, Duan Hanzheng raised the corners of his mouth slightly.
Duan Hanzheng is a tough man on the battlefield, and he is decisive in killing. Foreign enemies are frightened by the news, but he has a soft weakness in his heart that is unknown to everyone.
Duan Hanzheng's sharp blade was about to seal his throat at the sight of blood. For the first time, he made an exception because of someone's plea.
In return, Jiang Yu wants to massage his injured leg. A pair of soft catkin-like hands touched back and forth between his strong legs, and the hair hanging down brushed the skin on his legs from time to time, tickling, as if scratching his heart.
Duan Hanzheng clenched his fists, and finally couldn't help but hug her, put his mouth against her ears, and said sternly: "Which finger of yours did my eldest brother just touch?"
"Duan Hanzheng, I am your future sister-in-law!"
"How can there be a sister-in-law who comes to my uncle's room every day?" Duan Hanzheng smiled evilly, looking unconcerned.
"I did that to give you a massage!"
"Really? Pressed to the bed?"
He held her right hand tightly and rubbed it carefully, "You are unruly and I have killed countless people. We are... A perfect match."
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The eldest son of the Duan family will soon be the princess's consort. Jiang Yu's eyes turned red from crying and she dared not speak out in anger.
Duan Hanzheng's thickly calloused fingertips brushed away the tears from the corners of her eyes.
He muttered: "The last time."
The last time she shed tears for someone unrelated... In the future, her tears could only be shed on his bed.
The male protagonist is two years older than the female protagonist
Purpose: Peace in the world and harmony among the people
