In the first life, Yan Daozhen, as the eldest daughter of the Yunyang Prefect, was married to the poor scholar Zhou Ming, the son of his father's classmate who died young, while her younger sister was promised to Cao Xiang, the only son of the wealthy Marquis of Guangping.
The two got married on the same day. On the eve of the wedding, looking at the Zhou family's meager betrothal gift, she tossed and turned and finally mixed up the wedding clothes.
After returning home from three dynasties, my parents, who knew everything, were unwilling to accept the tea cup they offered.
She thought it would be fine, as long as she was the future Mrs. Guangping Hou.
However, things in the world are like chess, and three years pass by in a blink of an eye.
The new emperor ascended the throne and opened Enke to recruit scholars. The Zhou Ming Dynasty scholar who had repeatedly failed to pass the imperial examination was awarded the title. However, Cao Xiang, who inherited the title of Marquis of Guangping, became so domineering that his home was confiscated and sent to the army.
Thirteen years in the north of the Great Wall, news from the old family occasionally came. Zhou Ming had been promoted to the imperial palace, and his sister had become the lady of the country.
And she died quietly on a snowy night when she went out to collect firewood.
In the second life, go back to the year you got married.
The past suddenly seemed like a dream, but the wind and snow in the northern part of the country was scary.
Yan Daozhen married Zhou Ming as promised and sat in the wedding sedan that the Zhou family could not stretch their legs. She thought that in three years, just three years, Zhou Ming would turn over from high school.
However, after three years of hard work, the new emperor ascended the throne, and Zhou Ming was still the poor scholar who was not ranked first. Cao Xiang, who became the Marquis of Guangping, turned around after getting married and became a pillar among the nobles.
The days passed by in a hurry, and her long-term tiring life made her sick early on.
At the end of her life, she looked at her daughter-in-law standing on the bedside arguing over the old silver hairpin on her head, and suddenly felt how ridiculous she was.
When I opened my eyes again, it was that year again.
Human beings are lucky in three lives, and human beings have only one dream. Maybe this time, she can make a different choice.
Intention: When the white clouds persuade you to empty the cup, where can the bright moon sleep?