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An orphan girl from a noble family, a powerful family member. There was a turmoil in the court, and there was blood and blood in the rivers and lakes. He lived in seclusion in the south of the Yangtze River for eleven years in order to keep a vigil for the Yi family son who died in vain, and to keep a low profile. Eleven years later, he came to Beijing to seek justice for the heroes of the Yi family who died in vain in the past, and to seek justice for his own illness. It's even more for that person in the capital. That year he said: Ah Ling, wait for me to come back. Her eyes were red: live well. The grace of saving his life should be repaid by a spring of water. He vowed to devote his whole life to protecting her in this life. After a few years, she was no longer a king or a bride. That day, the locust trees were in chaos, and her smile was far-fetched: Zhaoyao, you said you would protect me for the rest of my life, and I took it seriously. His hands hidden under his sleeves were clenched into fists, his knuckles turning white. He smiled helplessly: Ah Ling, don't be willful. The imperial power is declining, the court is in turmoil, and family feuds are running rampant. Human lives are at stake and people's hearts are blocked. The cool breeze and bright moon also captivate the city, and the illness is three points better than that of Xizi. --Yi Ling, nicknamed Qingchen. A romantic man in the vanity fair spends his life in the world of mortals. --Wei Zheng, courtesy name Zhaoyao.

First meeting-- She is the high-ranking daughter of the Prime Minister's Palace, arrogant, graceful and noble. He is the seventh son of the royal family who lives in humble circumstances, walking on thin ice every step of the way. Goodbye-- He is the new emperor who directs the country. He does not mean what he means and whitewashes the peace. She was a beautiful girl who had no choice but to enter the palace. She had no choice but to protect her family. Later, when the prime minister's house fell, she pointed a sword at him: "My father never did this." He just looked at her quietly without explaining. That year under the acacia tree, he said: Nineteen, you believe me. She looked up at him and smiled: Okay, I believe it. Until later, she always believed in him, even if her family was ruined.