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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 · 歴史
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Fen Ling looked at the plum blossom hairpin in his hand, its design exquisite and finely crafted. The plum blossom seemed lifelike, meticulously carved by the craftsman. Its destruction would be a pity.

Just like the marriage arrangement with the Second Young Master Ye, its destruction also seems pitiful.

Handing it back to Su Rong, he said, "Master, why don't you destroy it yourself? I can't bear to harm such a beautiful hairpin."

Su Rong didn't look at him, took the hairpin, and rubbed it forcefully with both hands, reducing the beautiful plum blossom hairpin to dust in an instant.

Fen Ling gasped, "What a pity."

Before he could finish his lament, Su Rong let go of his hand. A gust of wind blew by, carrying the dust away with the snow, leaving no trace amidst the vast white landscape.

Fen Ling: "..."

"You're quite ruthless," he said to Su Rong.