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Flowers Drunk Fill the Hall

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?" ... 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. ————————————— 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.

Xiziqing · Histoire
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"There must be a secret chamber here." Su Rong had also heard talk of ancient texts in the Buddha Temple, and thought there might be some truth to the rumors, otherwise the Arhat array would never have been assigned to guard the Book Pavilion.

Though the three floors boasted a total of more than ten thousand precious books, they wouldn't necessitate being protected so vehemently by the monks of the temple.

Fen Ling shared her sentiment, "Sister, let's split up. You start from this end, and I'll start from that one."

Su Rong nodded.

Thus, they each followed a wall, searching diligently for a hidden chamber. After approximately two burn-time of incense, they found nothing.

Fen Ling was about to search again when Su Rong stopped him, "Let's search downstairs. Perhaps we're stuck in biased thinking. The higher the floor doesn't necessarily mean more valuable things are kept there. Who knows, they might be on the first floor."

Fen Ling blinked, "Let's go."