In the third month of Yangchun, the saint was seriously ill, and there were constant disputes in the court. This was exactly the time when there was a rebellion by the vassal kings outside and a fight for the heir internally.
The Li family, the most prominent in the capital, quietly sent their youngest son Li Weimu to Ishikawa County, far away from the disputes, a small southern town with willow banks and orioles singing.
Li Weimu knew that he had gotten into trouble in the capital, and the man in the palace always wanted to drag him into the drama of fighting for the heir, so he obeyed his grandfather's arrangement, temporarily put aside his talents, and studied peacefully in the academy in this rural place.
In fact, his sharp edge has never been exposed. He is like a graceful and elegant jade sword. People appreciate the smooth and clear light of the jade weapon, but they can't help but get bloody cuts from the blade.
The Li family raised him like a ritual vessel in the ancestral temple, but he knew that he was not.
Qu Mo thought he would always live such a free life. Being poor was a bit poor, but he could always come up with ideas to earn copper coins. He sold kites in the spring and cakes in the autumn. The life of traveling around Ishikawa with his three or two brothers should not be too easy, except for the fact that his mother always pressured him to take the exams, and it would be nice if his sister's temper could be a little better.
However, by accident, he entered Hanbai Academy and met Li Weimu.
Since then, everything he had imagined and planned seemed to have been shattered.
The young version of a noble son from an aristocratic family who has never seen the (rural) world but always pretends to be calm.
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A poor and beautiful boy who thinks he is smart and insightful, but is actually very easy to be taken advantage of.
Teenage love is always moving.
Intention: The one you love is in my generation