Ting Liao, the ninth girl in the Duke's Mansion, looked at the lanterns all over the city, and her petite figure was instantly swallowed up by the Lantern Festival crowd.
When the gangster's dirty hands grabbed her thin wrist and dragged her to the dark alley, the black iron wrist guard wrapped in the fresh air of fresh snow fell down in the air.
The sound of the horse's hoofbeats shattered the moon in Chang'an. The young man took off his cloak and wrapped it around the trembling little girl: "My dear wife of the Su family, can you see the way home clearly?"
Later... After many years of wind and frost in Yunzhou, Su Tingliao used a hoe to grind cocoons with his bare hands to produce flowers; in the north, the frozen soil was like iron, and Xie Jingzhi used snow to cultivate chrysanthemum stems that were tough and unbreakable. The two of them had the same mind, followed their hearts, and finally cooked tea together in the same stove.
Intention: The mind is like jade, desolate and desolate.