The rainy season in Jiangnan is always lingering. When Princess Zhaoning ran into Tingyuxuan with her skirt in hand, she first saw the string of Buddhist beads glowing in the rain. Eighteen ebony beads were wrapped around the wrist of the young man in white, swaying gently as he played the piano.
"This is your uncle Wuchen's disciple, Mingjue." Grandpa introduced with a smile, "From now on, he will teach you how to play the piano."
Mingjue bowed his hands and plucked the strings with his fingertips. Zhao Ning didn't notice the dark light flashing in his eyes when he lowered his eyes. All she knew was that this cold and frosty young violinist made her heart beat faster for no reason.
Three months later, Zhaoning found Mingjue coughing up blood in the medicine garden. His white clothes were stained with scarlet, like red plums falling in the snow.
"Are you sick?" She took out her handkerchief in a panic.
Mingjue avoided her touch: "It's just an old illness."
After Zhao Ning learned that he was suffering from a serious illness and needed blood Ganoderma lucidum to save his life, she took the initiative to find it for him. She rummaged through ancient books and even sneaked into the royal medicine storehouse, and finally found one.
"Here you go!" She excitedly held the medicine box and went to find him, only to find that he had already disappeared.
——He got the information he wanted, the mission was completed, and it was natural for him to leave.
The change came suddenly. Three cities were lost on the Nanzhao border, and military information was leaked one after another. Zhaoning knelt in the mourning hall and looked at the memorial tablet of her cousin Xie Yunzhan. Before her tears dried, she received the decree of marriage.
The red candle flickered, and the moment she lifted her hijab, she looked into those familiar amber eyes.
"Long time no see, Zhao Zhao." Her newlywed husband chuckled softly, but his eyes were no longer as gentle as before.
Intention: Only sincerity can illuminate the way home