Shen Yici deserves to be called an evil son and a lonely minister.
The hardships of a concubine were not as great as those of a weakling, and he felt that he was struggling with his stomach and intestines. Therefore, even if he became the prime minister in the future, he would still act cautiously, as if walking on thin ice. Colleagues praised Mr. Shen for being gentle and respectful, and careful in his words and deeds.
But Song Qi'an didn't think so.
The Master Shen he met was cunning, stubborn, and extremely rebellious. As for me, because I didn't know that this man had lived a difficult life since he was a child, he gave him a beating when they first met him. I didn't expect that he would become deaf in one of his left ears.
But this man didn't even ask for mercy or defend himself when he was beaten. He knelt there straight and straight, as if he would never be heartbroken or soft-hearted. So we fought with him openly in the court, secretly in the south of the Yangtze River, fighting each other in the southern border, gambling on the grassland, Tonghua Road, Changning Temple, Yanshan Mountain, and Huiyanting. It seemed that we were always together, and we seemed to be always separated.
Later he was imprisoned. I finally discovered his many weaknesses. At that moment, when I held him and whispered that I liked him, he would close his eyes and murmur fragilely: Jiashu, what did you say, can you say it again?
Song Qi'an suddenly felt a sore nose.
Mission: hard work