In the fifth year of Zheng'an, the Xie family returned to Beijing following rumors in the city.
In the past, the wealthy family of the Hairpin family was half dead, and everyone said that the pearl of the Xie family was just a girl raised in the countryside.
Rumors spread like wildfire at Qiong Lin's banquet. The ladies covered their lips with their fans: "After all, she is a girl raised in the countryside. I'm afraid she doesn't even understand the rules of throwing pots."
But in the shadow of the gilt cup, the girl's wide sleeves were fluttering, and nine jade arrows broke through the triple copper pot. When the fine wine splashed on her crow-green temples, all the ministers in the audience choked with unsuppressed sarcasm.
In the dark night, the bamboo lanterns in the gambling house flickered, and the black iron gilt mask covered the sharpness in her eyes, and her slender jade fingers overturned the golden game.
Until that night when they met on the boat, the little marquis's jade bone fan resisted the dice cup she wanted to lift.
"The girl's gambling skills," he said, with candles flickering in his eyes, and his thin lips brushed against the pearl beside her ear, "the girl's dice cup is more touching than the Jiaowei Qin in Fengming Pavilion."
She clasped the gold-plated fan bone with her backhand, and the Dankou crossed the life line on his palm: "If the young Marquis wants to watch a show, you might as well pledge your sincerity - for example, the half of the tiger talisman in the Marquis' Mansion?"
The heavy rain outside the red gauze tent is pounding on the side of the ship. She wants to hold up the Yutang beams that will collapse in a hundred years, while he wants to burn the nine-layered golden tower. The hottest fire was the dice that the man "accidentally" left behind when he was pretending to be drunk - the six-sided scarlet dots were embedded in the indentations of the tiger talisman, like blood beads dug out of his heart.
"How do you feel about gambling this time?"
"What if I win?"
"Then I promise you... To be my cinnabar calamity."
The bead curtain suddenly blew in the west wind, and the cinnabar dice and black iron talismans interlocked with each other, sounding the prelude to the troubled times on a rainy night.
Intention: to be added