Female protagonist's perspective:
Spring Night of the Third Year of Yonghui
The Qianjin River of the Duke of Zhenguo's Mansion was wearing rouge-colored crocodile gauze pajamas, and her golden hairpin was tied to the ground. She looked at the black-armored boy who broke in through the window. The moonlight turned into frost on his embroidered spring knife. Her bare feet were particularly conspicuous on the bright red mattress, and red plum blossoms bloomed on the plain brocade mattress.
"Does the prince know that he would break into a noble lady's boudoir at night and use her as a staff to travel three thousand miles?" She held the gold knife to her throat, and the beaded bracelet jingled in her wrist.
Meng Feizhi chuckled lightly, and cut off the silk ribbon around her waist with the edge of his sword: "Ripples burn incense in the middle of the night to sacrifice to Zi Gu, isn't it a sign of marriage between you and me?" The gilt incense burner was still filled with the fragrant mist of acacia, and his fingertips touched her trembling collarbone, "Tomorrow, the imperial decree will grant a marriage to the Chen family. You tell me... Which hand of the Chen family member should I kill first?"
"Is it worth it?" The pearl in her hairpin fell on his heart, "You resisted the decree and kidnapped the bride, secretly transferred the imperial army... Fei Zhi, I don't love you."
"But I just want you to stay with me."
Male protagonist's perspective:
The Buddhist hall was filled with green smoke, and the thirty-three Taoist whip marks were still bleeding on the back. Meng Feizhi indifferently pushed away the medicine brought by his subordinates and looked at the gradually falling spring rain in the courtyard.
"Shuzi! I have ordered you to go to Yangzhou this time to comfort the victims... How can you take the young lady from the Zhenguo Palace with you? Do you know how I am going to explain to her parents?"
"Father, do you know why the Jinwu Guards changed their defenses last night?" He cut off the emperor's angry rebuke and threw the blood-stained marriage certificate at Lord Dan. "My child just borrowed three thousand Xuanjia troops to demolish a corner of the house." The porcelain cup cracked in the palm of his hand, and his eyes reflected the firelight in the direction of the imperial city. "If Jiang Yi wants to marry, he can only marry into the royal tomb. In this life, his son will only be Yiyi."
Intention: Paint the brocade scroll together with one heart and one hand, plant the fragrance of Tangdi together