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In the spring of the first year of Taihe, on a cold night, Yu Hualing was covered in blood, leaning weakly in a corner of a deep alley. She felt that this life was really fucked up. He was being pursued for thousands of miles. She was afraid that she would die on the road if she could not enter Beijing.
When she was feeling sad and dazed, a person came out from a nearby wine shop with wine. He saw her, paused, looked at her for a moment from a distance of three feet, and said, "What a good little girl, why is she so miserable? I have half a jar of wine here, do you want it?"
Yu Hualing raised her eyelids in disgust, and stared at this person for a while, a tall young man, she stretched out her hand, "Yes!"
The man threw half the jar of wine to her, turned around and left.
Relying on this half jar of wine, Yu Hualing fought her way into the capital, and was named the Lord of Mingxi County for her merits.
The day after she was granted the title, she entered the palace to thank her, and met a man with a dark face coming out of the Ziji Palace. When he saw her, he narrowed his eyes, suddenly smiled suddenly, and stopped her, "County Master Mingxi, please pay me back the kindness of half a jar of wine!"
Yu Hualing looked at him silently, very surprised, "How can you pay it back?"
The man said happily: "Go and tell the Empress Dowager, I, you want it."
Yu Hualing: "..."
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A song of high-flying flowers on the branches, a spring breeze of ten miles on the Qingyun Road. —Yu Hualing
The young man's spring clothes are covered with light rain, and the frost is covered with snowflakes in full bloom. —Li Anyu