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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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903 Chs

Chapter 391: Like (First Update)

After Ya Qiuying fell asleep, Su Rong ordered for writing tools to be brought in and began to write down from memory the chronicle of Zhang Wu and Wang Cheng's strategems.

These two texts, that were constantly on Zhou Gu's mind, were of course exquisite and profound. Especially the chronicle of Zhang Wu, in which there were strategies for governing the country and plans for military matters in such sparse phrases denotes that Zhang Wu was not only a minister renowned throughout generations, but was also very familiar with military laws and proficient in their use.

Su Rong spent half the day writing, musing while doing so, feeling not at all weary but rather benefitting greatly the more she contemplated and read into it.

By noon, Ya Qiuying had woken up. Opening her eyes, she saw Su Rong standing at the table writing something. The manuscripts were already piled up high in front of her. She got out of bed, walked over to her, and without interfering, tilted her head to watch.