Wu Jue, born in 624 AD, is 17 years old this year, a native of Wenshui, Shanxi; His father, the samurai, was engaged in timber trading and had a well-to-do family. Wu Yu is the second daughter of Wu Shi Tong, and her mother is Yang; However, his father, Wu Shitong, died early, and when his father died, Wu Yu was only twelve years old. Her cousins Wu Weiliang, Wu Huaiyun and Wu Yuanshuang fell into the trap and were rude to her mother Yang. Soon, Wu Jue moved with his mother from Jingzhou to Chang'an.

Wu Yu, nicknamed "Wu Meiniang", why does she have this nickname, because she is too coquettish. Pretty and delicate face, seductive peach blossom eyes, snowy skin as tender as jade, long and beautiful figure, slender and soft waist, leaning forward and backward, concave and convex, charming curves, its extremely hot devil body, men see few people who are not fascinated.

She had studied some medicine and had worked as a nurse in a front-line hospital. However, she really doesn't like the work of the "angel in white".

For her, there is nothing romantic about nursing work, which means SY, vertigo, death and a foul smell. The hospital was littered with dirty, bearded, lice-covered men, with disgusting wounds. They stinked, the hospital was filled with the stench of gangrene, and she felt a foul smell coming to her nose before she even entered the door. It is necessary to wrap bandages on severed limbs and stump arms, to pick maggots from purulent wounds, and so on.

At the same time, there was a dizzying stench sticking to her hands and hair, which often appeared in her dreams at night. Swarms of flies, mosquitoes, and sandflies buzzed and sang in the wards, torturing the sick to the point of cursing loudly or crying feebly.

As for Wu Jue, she scratched the lumps on her body that were bitten by mosquitoes, and she had to endure waving a fan to cool off the wounded soldiers who shouted hot until her shoulders were sore, and then she wanted to let those wounded soldiers simply die.

Also, in addition to those men who were in critical condition and seriously injured, most of the people Wu Jue came into contact with were female nurses. This distressed her, because she neither liked nor trusted people of her own gender, and even hated them.

No, she doesn't like such nursing work!

She loves men! I like beautiful men! likes to seduce men, and then looks at their stupid appearance of being fascinated by themselves, and my heart blossoms.

Wu Jue likes to show her feminine charm to those good-looking male patients who are recovering, but this is often severely reprimanded by the head nurse.

Many nurses secretly scolded her as "sao goods" and "vixen".

She can't stand such work anymore, what an "angel in white", to hell with it.

Wu Jue resigned angrily and returned to Chang'an, after learning to cut and sew, she opened a tailor shop to make clothes for people to make a living, she likes all kinds of beautiful and beautiful clothes. Although the salary is not as high as that of a nurse, she finds the job much more comfortable and enjoyable than that of a nurse.

In Chang'an, her radiant appearance immediately attracted many young men, who took the opportunity to let Wu Jue make clothes and ran to Wu Jue's tailor shop all day long.

Wu Jue also likes this kind of star feeling of being "held by the stars" by men.

However, although Wu Jue likes to seduce men, she just teases them and has no feelings.

She grew so big that she didn't know what love was.

But one day, after a man named Lan Chunfeng appeared, she finally felt what love was.

One sunny morning, she was in the corridor in front of the house, and a beautiful man dressed in a moon-white gorgeous robe, with a jade tree in the wind, a face like a crown of jade, sword eyebrows and starry eyes, a straight nose, an elegant and noble face, and a handsome and outstanding handsome man came from far away on Victory Street.

Wu Jue, such a beautiful man, had never seen it, and she was fascinated at once.

Her heart was beating violently suddenly, her lips were a little dry, and she swallowed desperately, trying to overcome her body not to shake with the dizzy sensation, and her whole body was hot.

This is the first time she has been fascinated by men, and she has always been fascinated by men before.

In an instant, she fell in love with this man.

She later learned that his name was Lan Chunfeng and that he was a poet.

She will never forget the thrill she felt when she saw him.

He smiled at her and asked if she could make him a dress.

His voice was so good, she thought it was like music.

Her heart was like a deer, a flush flew on her face, and she nodded again and again, what a happy thing it was to make clothes for her sweetheart.

At the very first moment of his speech, she felt that she needed him, like a hungry man who longs to eat and drink.

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Later, she liked to run to his residence when she had nothing to do, and she was not interested in poetry books, but she even followed him to learn some poetry.

However, she was a little disappointed that he had never courted her, and his clear eyes had never revealed the kind of blazing light that Wu Jue was familiar with in other men.

But Wu Jue knew that he was in love with her. She can't be wrong about that. Intuition is more trustworthy than reason, and the knowledge that emerges from experience tells her that he loves her. She almost often surprised him, when his eyes seemed neither hazy nor distant, and looked at her with an eager and sad look that overwhelmed her. She knew he loved her. Why didn't he explain it to her? She couldn't understand that. But there was more to what she couldn't understand about him.

He was often polite, but so cold and distant. He was only interested in books and music, and loved to write poetry.

Ah, why was he so pretty, and yet so polite and unapproachable, and so excited when he talked about books, music, poetry, and things she was not interested in—and yet so adorable? Night after night, when Wu Jue sat with him in the half-lit corridor of the front door, he had to toss and turn for hours every time he went to bed, and finally he had to comfort himself in imagining that the next time he came to see her, he would propose to her, and then he slowly fell asleep. However, the next time she came and went, it was all in vain—only the frenzy that fascinated her rose higher and hotter.

She loved him, she needed him, but she didn't understand him. She is so straightforward and simple, like the wind blowing over Chang'an and the water flowing in the river, but he is a person with a complex personality.

Because Lan Chunfeng was born to belong to that type, when he has leisure, he is not used to do things, but to think, to weave colorful dreams with no realistic content. He lives in an inner world that is much better than the real world, and he stays there.

Wu Jue couldn't understand why he was so fascinated by her since his heart was so strange to hers.

It was this secret of his, like a door with neither a lock nor a key, that aroused her curiosity. The things in him that she could not comprehend only made her love him more, and his restrained courtship attitude only encouraged her to make greater determination to take him for herself. She never doubted that he would one day propose to her, because she was too young, too pampered, too confident, and never knew what it was like to fail.

But this time she failed!

Because he heard that her beloved Lan Chunfeng was going to marry another woman named Shirou. This terrible news came suddenly, like a bolt from the blue.

This can't be true! Lan Chunfeng is going to marry Shirou!

In an instant, it was as if the sun had fallen behind a cold cloud. The world has fallen into darkness, and everything has lost its brilliance. The new green leaves have lost their vitality, the dogwood has turned pale, and the flowering hawthorn, which had been so delicate just a moment ago, has suddenly withered.

"No, I'm going to see him, I'm going to see the stinky woman who snatched my Lan Chunfeng!"