Summary
The young head of the Shen family, Shen Jingyue, has guarded her unidentified bamboo horse for more than 20 years and vowed not to marry her. It’s a pity that her mother’s fate was hard to resist. When she was twenty-three years old, she was tied up and tied to the marriage bed, and she was forced to give her a husband. The bride and groom is a beautiful and unparalleled lady, moving like the moon emerging from the clouds, and still like ice and snow. But she Shen Jingyue was dismissive. On the wedding night, she shut the door, and let the weak Lang Jun be blown into bed by the cold wind of the twelfth lunar month. I thought that this husband would be able to retreat in spite of the difficulties, but who would have known that he would hide the needle, oil and salt, and the more she made things difficult and humiliated, the more gentle and obedient he was to her, and the more careful he was. Bring the moonlight for her, add the fragrance of ink, make tea, cook rice and warm the jade bed. When she was about to turn Bailiangang into softness around her fingers, the bamboo horse that Shen Jingyue had been missing for many years suddenly appeared, holding her hand and complaining about the pain of forbearance of lovesickness for many years. And her gentle husband who was as gentle as jade, who promised early in the morning that if she found her sweetheart, would abdicate herself, and who had always been shy in love affairs with her gentle husband—but with a smile, she trapped her medicine in the secret pavilion, Pressed under the body and slapped hard, day and night.