Yu Weiqing, the son of Shangshu Ling, is a dazzling star in the sky. He is young and bright, with the spring breeze between his brows. People who liked him lined up from Taixue Academy to the city gate, and he picked among them and chose Prince Ruan Heng.
"I only love the person who loves me the most," Yu Weiqing trained the dog, "Don't expect me to be moved just because you do a trivial thing. This is what you should do as a lover."
"Then why are you moved?" Ruan Heng asked with a smile.
"For thousands of little things, for every bit of life. One little thing is not enough, I want thousands."
"I know," Ruan Heng kissed him, "a bad-tempered kid."
Yu Weiqing, who had already been crowned, blushed and waved her hands repeatedly, "No, not a child."
Ruan Heng has always been fond of him. As he promised, Yu Weiqing only loves Ruan Heng.
In the year when Ruan Heng loved Yu Weiqing the most, Yu Weiqing falsely accused Ruan Heng of betraying him. Ruan Heng could not defend himself and was imprisoned and fell into dust.
Yu Weiqing avoided seeing Ruan Heng and never glanced at him.
On the day Ruan Heng ascended the throne, Yu Weiqing took the initiative to send him to his door. His hair was yellow, his face was sunken, his lips were chapped, his clothes were empty, he was so thin that he couldn't stand up, and he no longer looked like he had before.
Ruan Heng's eyes were heavy: "You are very courageous, and you dare to come to the door. You know that I will not let you go, right?"
"I can't help you..." Yu Weiqing's voice was hoarse, "You can do whatever you want to me, just vent your anger."
Instructions for consumption:
1. Tolerating and spoiling children, attacking Ruan Heng
2. This article is sour and sweet, [not purely sweet].
Concept: Love is mutual tolerance and mutual support