Love is the life of you and me, love is the unchanging promise of you and me in the midst of adversity;

Love is your hand touching my sorrows, love is listening to your sorrows and happiness with my heart;

I have come to this world, let the storm whirlpool, the promise of true love, let me see the sun flickering,

Love, hug me. We feel its touch, and even though life has given me endless pain and suffering, I still feel happier and happier......

The water on the face of the listener has never dried. They are either still lamenting the worthlessness of Zhuo Wenjun, or they think of the uncherished love they once had and eventually lost, or the old chaff at home, or the ups and downs they have experienced......

"The Promise of Love" makes them seem to return to the difficulties of starting from scratch, the mutual support of the two people, never abandoning, and back to the throbbing when they first met.

Is it true that husbands and wives can only share sorrows and not share joys and sorrows? Countless people have tears in their eyes, they keep asking themselves in their hearts, and they all tell themselves in their hearts that they will sincerely say sorry to each other when they get home. On the way home, she was going to buy some of her favorite pastries, her favorite jewelry......

"Qingsu is just a woman, I just want to tell everyone that love is sacred and great, it changes the trajectory of our lives, and even becomes our spiritual support, hope and motivation to live. But one day when we suddenly lose this support, lose all the support that was once in life, it doesn't matter, because life is still there, and we can still love. There must be someone worthy of our love waiting for us at the next intersection or at the turn. We just have to turn around. What you lose must not be suitable for you, there is no need to force it, polish your eyes, you will find that the sky is still the same vast, the same blue ......"

Later, for many, many years, the number of concubines in the Longxi Empire decreased from high-ranking officials and nobles, down to peddlers and pawns, wealthy merchants, and most of them were monogamous.

The story of Sima Xiangru and Zhuo Wenjun, the song "Baitou Yin", and the song "The Promise of Love" have not only become something that women must listen to, learn and play, but also become a topic that many men must discuss when they gather and communicate.

Later, every time the woman spent candle night in the cave room, she would ask the groom a question, that is, had she heard the story of Zhuo Wenjun, and had she heard Miss Jiu's interpretation of love and happiness.

Di Qingsu was glad that she remembered those stories so clearly.

In the 21st century, in the Internet era, I borrowed a lot of things here, and it is better to praise my wife from one to ten.

Women's rights, in such a place, can only be talked about, and can only rely on evoking the guilt in the hearts of men in exchange for some rights.

The most important thing is that women should still rely on themselves.

Star Pavilion

"Did you find it?" Di Qingsu leaned on the soft couch, even if Qian Fu didn't talk about today's matter, she knew that there was someone behind the scenes. Who has the audacity to provoke themselves. Is their purpose just to bring themselves to ruin?

"Taishi Wang Rufeng." Empty answer. It is said that Wang Zihan suffers from quirks and spends his days with livestock, but, but, "empty."

"But you call me Emperor Qingsu's name, right?"

Sora didn't dare to look at Di Qingsu's eyes and lowered his head.

"Wang Rufeng asked for help from the Divine Doctor Valley, and asked Xiaoyun of the Sacred Hand Valley to come to treat him, bidding 10 million taels of gold."

Gu Xiaoyun is coming to the capital? Di Qingsu thought in his heart, whether he came, by the way, let him also take a look for Chu Hanye, and he should thank him for giving away the carriage.

"Tell Ran to get ready."

Nodding emptyly, it disappeared as quickly as air, but immediately returned to stand in front of Di Qingsu. The cold air pressure on the master's body made him forget a major event.

"Master, the doctor is awake."

When Di Qingsu heard this, he felt that the gloomy sky suddenly brightened: "Don't worry, let him recuperate well, and send someone to take good care of him." ”

Sora is really gone this time.

"Asakaru, are you ready for what I want?" Di Qingsu asked, and Chaolu was about to answer when he heard a voice outside the door.

"Miss, Madame is here." Yahuan reported outside the courtyard gate.

Di Qingsu raised his hand to stop Chaolu's words, and immediately got up to greet Ao Shuangjiao.

The richest building in Beijing

"Master, do you think this ice dance doctor can cure Xian'er? I heard it's a woman? ”

"You can only be a dead horse as a live horse doctor, and you can only see the creation of Xian'er. Let's go out and let him rest for a while. He's made enough fuss, too. ”

The woman pinched the corner of the quilt for the man on the bed, and the two old men helped each other out of the room.

When is this kind of day the end? Every time, I have to rely on the medicine of the pavilion master to relieve the symptoms.

"When will the divine doctor come?"

"It's been said that it's just a few days. Of course, the divine doctor has to rest for a few days when he arrives in the capital, and he must not be impatient, in case he annoys her, she is gone, and her whereabouts are uncertain, and we really have no hope at all. Wait patiently. ”

"You have to wait, otherwise what else can you do? There is no way to even let the Holy Hand of Escape. Alas......" The man sighed heavily, looking up at the dark sky, when will he see the light of day. Is Hyun-a really hopeless? God, I am willing to use a switch to his well-being.