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 Wei dutifully pulled the roasted sweet potatoes out of the charcoal fire. The scorching hot sweet potatoes, their skin charred black, were thrown on the ground, resembling several lumps of coal.


The old Duke put down the terrain map and picked up a sweet potato, peeling its skin to show Zhou Wei. "Look, my skills haven't deteriorated, have they? With its flesh bright and orange, you can tell it's sweet just from its appearance."


Zhou Wei hadn't eaten sweet potatoes like this in years. He remembered, when he was a child, his grandfather had taken them to practice drills on barren hills during the winter. They too warmed sweet potatoes on charcoal. "In the heart of winter, during a march or a battle, just a bite of this can sustain me for several days," he used to say.


Zhou Wei nodded with a smile, picked up a sweet potato, peeled it, and took a bite. "Mmm, grandfather's culinary skills have not deteriorated. It tastes just as I remember from my childhood."


Chapter 491 Teaching (First Update)