Xiziqing

In the beginning, he said, "A lowly commoner from Jiangning County? What a disgraceful status, I won't marry her!"
After meeting her, he clicked his tongue, "So frail and delicate, she can't stand a blow, too weak, I refuse!"
When she approached him alone, carrying the marriage book, he stood leaning on the door, grinning insolently, "Are you here to make me marry you? But this young master doesn’t want to marry young!"
Upon learning she was there to annul their marriage, his face turned dark as a thunderstorm, emanating a murderous aura, "Who gave you the guts to revoke the marriage with this young master?"
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Su Rong felt, Duanhua Princess must be blind, this man was so pampered and spoiled, how was he worth dying or living for?
If she had known earlier, she would have thrown the divorce letter at his face the first time she saw him.
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The tender signs of spring on the delicate Hibiscus pillow, amidst the drunken flowers filling the room, unnoticed. — Su Rong.
A gallant young man in fine clothes and on a steed, a single glance causes a lifetime of confusion. — Zhou Gu
Your wish is my wish. I wish to have known you earlier, protect you among the aromatic chambers strewn with brocades. Tear through the illusions, cut down the thorns, with hands unstained by blood, just as pure as you were when we first met, the young and soft little girl.
Your wish is my wish. I wish I had known you sooner when you were like a refreshing breeze near the moon. I dared not approach for fear of disturbing the phoenix and mandarin ducks. Praying to be the moon in the sky to cast a reflection on you, accompany you while you watch the flowers bloom in the spring and gaze at the snow in winter, each and every year at Chang'an.

Flowers Drunk Fill the Hall

Zhou Gu's face changed color, feeling like his head was tainted with the scent of bugs.


He silently pulled out a handkerchief, intending to wipe away the smell of the bugs. But as he held it above his head, he theorized that in wiping the bug scent away, might he not also wipe away the touch of Su Rong's hand?


He was somewhat unwilling, so after a moment's hesitation, he ended up putting the handkerchief back in his pocket.


Su Rong turned to look at him, reminding him, "If you detest these bugs now, remember that when you leave the capital, there will be times when you will have no choice but to sleep on barren mountains or open fields. What will you do then? Will you not sleep?"


Su Rong nodded, "But bugs also crawl up trees, not all bugs live on the ground."


Su Rong critiqued him, "How can you be so delicate?"


He was a man, being called delicate wasn't exactly a compliment, was it?


Chapter 371: Scarcity (One more)