In her previous life, Song Yuan and her relatives died tragically. After her rebirth, she killed traitors, drove away foreign invaders, and became the princess who protects the country.
Everyone knows that Princess Zhaoning is a goddess who came to the world, can predict disasters and spy on the secrets of heaven, and is omnipotent. Only Song Yuan himself knows the unfinished thoughts and helplessness deep in his heart.
Fu Huai.
When she first met the merchant's son at the palace banquet, Song Yu'an knocked over the glass cup - his face was exactly the same as that of the young general in his previous life. She finally found him!
But when he used the folding fan to lift up the golden bells on her skirt, she looked at those peach blossom eyes that were filled with affection and eagerness to please, but a feeling of snow fell in her heart.
In her previous life, she didn't know much about the world, but now she is used to the dirty tricks used in court. Only Cang Wu is different.
After the officials had retreated, he would silently collect the complicated memorials for her. When she said out of anger that she wanted to marry the son of a merchant, his wrist bones holding the cinnabar pen trembled, and the ink soaked into the rice paper: "Whether it is a match, good conduct and knowledge, and a family tree of three generations, I will check it immediately."
On the eve of the wedding, Song Yuan leaned against the statue of the goddess in a daze. Cang Wu came in holding the wedding dress, and the candlelight spread his shadow on the blue bricks, which actually overlapped with the figure of the young general practicing swordsmanship in the previous life.
"Cang Wu, why do you never persuade me?"
He lowered his eyes and smoothed the lotus embroidered with gold thread: "Whatever the princess wants, I will bring it to the princess."
When the wedding candle was burning high, the groom's fingertips touched the flower blossom between her eyebrows. Song Yu'an suddenly shuddered - these hands were too soft, unlike the rough palms used to holding spears in his previous life.
"Cang Wu!" She ran out of the wedding house and grabbed his hand that was about to retract.
His eyelashes trembled violently, his Adam's apple rolled and he swallowed all his emotions: "Does the new man suit His Highness's wishes?"
"The way you hold the sword, the habit of knocking the edge of the table three times when pouring tea..." She pulled open the lapel of his black clothes, "The son of a merchant likes to drink Longjing, but in your past and present life, you only drank the cold tea I left."
The palace lantern suddenly went out, and Cang Wu finally collapsed in her tears.
The memories of his past life flowed into the spiritual platform with the night wind: He was confused for three years after his rebirth. It was not until the princess pointed at the merchant's son and said "like him" that she was shocked to find that she had shattered into mist beside the bright moon.
The happy clothes meandered over the broken porcelain on the ground, and Song Yu'an pressed his forehead against his trembling palm.
The statue of the goddess looked down compassionately in the ruins - it turned out that there were two idiots in the past. One mistakenly recognized the skin, and the other was trapped in a hopeless watch. They did not know the true love, which had been imprinted on the day and night when their souls were in harmony.
Motto: Opportunities are not only available once, but must be cherished every time
