[The heroic soul of the iron-blooded general is not yet cold, the engagement of the richest man in the south of the Yangtze River has come, but the cold and cold governor of the state is holding the peony planted by his own hands and knocking open the door of her dusty heart]
The eldest princess of Yongchang, Li Zhaoyang, fell in love three times in her life:
The first episode is about the childhood sweetheart General Zhaowu. The young man who rode on the long street eventually turned into a blood-stained battle flag on the border, leaving her with a five-year-old child and a pair of infant twin daughters.
The second time was the head of the Zhao family of the Imperial Shang family. The Hexin wine burned with red candles reflected the cinnabar annotation in the salt tax account book. The gentle man who was always cooking medicine for her in the corridor finally disappeared into the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River holding the hosta that he could not give away.
The third episode is about Gu Zhizhou, who was born in a poor family. He dared to plead for the refugees in the Jinluan Palace, and he would tie up the scattered hairpins for her late at night. Under the eaves, there was a thousand-character inscription for the enlightenment of the children, and there were also small crooked portraits painted on the corners of the rice paper.
When the shadow of violence in the East Palace shrouded the imperial city, the crown prince's ink pen reached out to the sickest pearl in the eldest princess's palace, the son of the iron-blooded general held the tiger talisman, the twin emperors smiled at each other in front of the sand table and the secret guard, the orphaned Zhao girl spread out the world's trade amidst the sound of abacus, and the pen and ink of the three brothers of the Gu family soaked into the remonstrances of the censor's desk.
"Those who my mother could not guard back then, we will guard for you." The young emperor tied a white magnolia hairpin on the eldest princess. A hundred thousand Xuanjia troops below the city tower shouted in unison, shocking the dark clouds in the nine-layered palace. "There must be someone to continue the oath of eternal prosperity for the mountains and rivers."
(Powerful strategy + women + group portraits + long flowing water)
A must-read for lightning protection: the pace may be slow, love will be written but it is not the main line, don't criticize if you don't like it??
Concept: group portrait