Third Young Master Xie was the most handsome man in the Liang Dynasty and was raised by his family with great honor.
Rumor has it that this Kunze didn't drink tea made from snow, didn't wear satin that wasn't made from silk, and broke countless agate bowls and agarwood fans every day.
Unexpectedly, the country was overturned, and the Xie family went south to escape the disaster. The young master was separated from his servants on the way, and was picked up by hunters in the countryside. The distressed phoenix turned out to be uglier than a pheasant.
Chi Mo has no father or mother, and is illiterate. His rude and disrespectful demeanor makes Young Master Xie frown all the time.
But it just so happened that something went wrong. Qianyuan, who was so lowly as dust, had a close relationship with him during the rain and dew period.
Once his body was broken, Xie Zhiyan wanted to shoot Chi Mo to death with an arrow, but he couldn't even draw the man's bow, so he cursed the eighteenth generation of the Chi family's ancestors to worship him.
On the wedding day, bandits made trouble. Chi Mo was shot by a delicate arrow in his sleeve and saw Xie Zhiyan fleeing on horseback holding the betrothal gift.
Xie Zhiyan came to Xindu as he wished, but he was no longer the carefree Third Young Master. When dreaming back at midnight, he would occasionally miss the feeling of being a villager in the mountains.
Seven years after the peaceful days, Xindu finally changed. After the decline of the Xie family, the family pushed the third son out to marry in order to seek the protection of the monarch.
Xie Zhiyan's red hijab was lifted, and he saw the powerful man in troubled times, and called out another name with a trembling voice.
The man had the same face as Chi Mo and said solemnly: "Is it possible that you don't even recognize the words on the wedding invitation? My surname is Chi Yi, and I am Chi Mo's brother."
"Third Young Master, do you still remember the promise you made to my brother?"
Xie Zhiyan's breathing was slightly stagnant, with an expression as if he had seen a ghost. He listened to the monarch in wedding clothes repeating the oath he swore that day word for word.
"I am willing to be with you day and night, and we will be of one mind forever. If I violate my oath, I will die."
Intention: With both literary and military skills, you will have a good harvest in love and career.
