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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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Chapter 216 Storytelling (Second Update)

As they rode in their carriage, Su Rong and Duanhua learned more about this Old Man Zhao from each other.

According to Duanhua, he was an ancient scholar. In his younger years, he had earned a living through calligraphy and painting. He wasn't particularly wealthy, but he didn't live in poverty either. After all, which ladies of the Capital City didn't secretly own a few of his paintings? This continued until he got married at the age of thirty and had a son who turned out to be a natural-born businessman. In a span of just ten years, his son became a renowned tea merchant in the Capital City. This allowed him to indulge his passion for story-telling without having to rely on painting for a living. He would spend his days narrating tales at Yipinxiang Tea House.