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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 · Histórico
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903 Chs

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Su Rong was kissed breathless by Zhou Gu, her hand reaching out to pinch his waist.

Zhou Gu let her go and buried his face in her neck, breathing lightly, "This heavy snow really is deadly. It almost drove me crazy with worry, but at last, I'm back."

Su Rong hugged him, muttering, "You've lost so much weight, you need to drink some soup to recover."

She was still concerned about Zhou Gu returning to drink soup—he would finally understand the burden of love that came from the grandmother's and mother's affection, which he would taste three times a day, with soup after soup.

"What sort of soup?" Zhou Gu asked.

Su Rong smiled, "Nourishing soup."

Zhou Gu "oh"ed, not grasping the meaning behind it, and lowered his head to kiss her again.

Su Rong couldn't bear his kisses, her hand slid into his collar, touching him.

Zhou Gu shivered, let her go, came down from on top of her, and lay beside her, hugging her and speaking in a husky voice, "The Great Wedding is in three days."