Moonset Pastoral

Artist Song Xiaoyue fell asleep in the prosperous Dongli Kingdom and transformed into a village girl. God gave her a handsome father, a beautiful mother, and two handsome brothers. She said that the deal was a good deal, and her only wish was to have enough to eat and drink, to have enough money to spend, and to live her life with all her heart. She has masterful paintings, exquisite embroidery patterns, and top-notch weapons pictures at her fingertips; farming and doing business, the crops are abundant, and shops are everywhere in the blink of an eye. But with this incredible wealth, trouble also comes... The gentle young master, Xinke Tanhua, the mighty general, and the domineering prince all took turns in the battle. After you sing, I will appear on the stage, and everyone is vying to pluck her, an exquisite flower with seven orifices that explains the language. In this regard, Song Xiaoyue expressed her helplessness: It is not easy to travel back in time. My sister did not come here just to wrong her and become my little wife. For the sake of peace of mind, she directly said: It is very simple to marry me, if you do the three things, you will get married immediately! Firstly, I am not allowed to take concubines, secondly, I am in charge of the family's money, and I have the final say on all three major matters and minor affairs! As soon as these words came out, the whole world was shocked... Scared away a large number of men who wanted to come to ask for marriage, and the big hat of a shrew was firmly placed on her head. Song Xiaoyue said she was very pleased that her home's threshold finally didn't have to worry about being stepped on by a matchmaker. But when the forest got bigger, there were always a few disobedient birds, which gave her a bit of a headache. Among them, especially the Ninth Prince... -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- One night, after a certain girl successfully broke into a certain prince's boudoir for the Nth time, she cried and asked: "Dear Your Highness, the Ninth Prince, you are of noble birth, have a divine appearance, are both civilized and military, and are famous all over the world. Why are you so determined to hang yourself on a crooked tree like mine? How am I good? Can't I change?" The Ninth Prince raised his eyebrows: "You have tarnished my innocence. Are you trying to default on your debt?" "When? Where? Why didn't I know?" A certain woman firmly did not allow others to throw dirty water. The old god of the Ninth Prince is here, staring at the woman in front of him with his scorching peach blossom eyes: "The first time you let me smoke and knocked me down, the second time you... The third time you kissed my mouth, the fourth time you jumped into my arms... Do you want me to continue?" A certain woman's face was as pale as a vegetable, and she secretly gritted her teeth: "Ninth Prince, is there water in your old head? The first three times were to save people, and the last time was an accident. Is this how you repay your savior?"