Meng Fuying was born frail. From childhood until the age of seventeen, he lived in the south of the Yangtze River with his maternal grandmother.
Until the age of seventeen, the Meng family suffered a fire, and no one in the family survived.
After hearing the news, her grandmother died in a rage, so she had to move into her aunt's house in Beijing overnight.
Only at her aunt's house did Meng Fuying understand what it means to push down a wall.
Her aunt wanted her to enter the palace to serve as a tyrant for her cousin.
The uncle wanted to give her as a gift to the powerful minister to please him.
Faced with relatives and elders who had their own evil intentions, she seemed to be submissive on the surface, but then turned around and responded in kind.
Her meek and well-behaved appearance has always been just a disguise.
She already knew that except for her, no one in the capital cared about the injustice of the Meng family.
Then she was alone, and even though she was holding on to her frail body, she vowed to find out the truth.
But she missed one thing.
At night, Xie Yiheng lowered her eyes and looked at the Huimo she sent in the name of Zhao Ting, and raised her eyebrows——
Does she like me?
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Xie Yiheng became famous at a young age, but his emotions have been weak since childhood. Even if he was abandoned by his closest relatives, it would not make any waves in his heart.
Everyone thanked him. Heng was cold and noble, as unattainable as the cold moon.
Only he knows it, so why is this so?
Later, he saw her often.
The back of Sun Zhenglie kneeling in front of Lord Shangshu's mansion.
When the Dengwen drum was played, the lonely body was dragged away like floating catkins.
Until that day, she seemed to have no choice but to press forward step by step with a bloody sword in hand: "Thank you, Sir, you are shielding criminals and ignoring the facts. Maybe it is God's will to meet you today. I will accept your life together."
At that moment, his heart contracted suddenly, and an emotion called distress surged in his chest.
Only then did he suddenly realize——
Before I knew it, the branches had already grown wildly because of her.
From then on, spring comes to the dead tree.
[Beautiful, frail, fake little white flower, smart orphan girl
Food guide:
1. Pure ancient saying, the male and female protagonists are local people, there is no rebirth and no time travel.
2. A sweet story about Shuang Jie, with a 50/50 emotional plot and light on tactics.
3. Slow heating, the background is completely empty, please do not be too particular.
Purpose: Hold the sword of justice to break through the fog to find the true chapter; hold the pen of fairness to draw the true and false to find the original.
