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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 439 Speaking (First Update)

Zhou Gu held Su Rong for a good while before he let go of her.

He only kissed her lips, not daring to disturb her clothes. Therefore, apart from slightly dishevelled hair and somewhat swollen lips, Su Rong's clothes were not disturbed at all, and her injuries were untouched.

Zhou Gu awkwardly smoothed Su Rong's hair, then pulled her into the soft beddings. He himself lay down on his side next to her, asking, "Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere?"

Could Su Rong speak her mind? She couldn't move, just like a fish, entirely at his mercy, unable to retaliate. It felt so frustrating, okay?

But seeing his serious expression, she naturally couldn't tell him that. She just shook her head, "I don't feel uncomfortable anywhere."

Inside, she thought secretly, once her injury had healed, she must retaliate ruthlessly, making sure her acts far exceed what he has done.