Coincidence with rain

This is the name of a novel. It is raining. This is a story about a legendary woman named Su Ming, Jin and Shi Yu. She disguised as a man and entered the officialdom with three men.

Sue, my mistress, had a grandfather who was a contemporary scholar, and the emperor once worshipped his grandfather as a relative. Later, the emperor was afraid of being involved in the disaster and destroyed his home. Su Jin dodged a bullet by hiding in a haystack with a bad smell of dead bodies. After waking up, he wanted to find a solution for his family, for justice and for the literati all over the world. So he disguised himself as a man, became attached to qi zhou, entered the officialdom, and was once again involved in the North-South lawsuit.

Under the protection of thirteen princes Shen Xi and Liu Chaoming, he finally left the temple and lived a free life with his loved ones. She is sober and self-controlled, and she has abandoned her femininity. On the contrary, she has a little more scholar spirit, which makes people love, pity and respect.

The protagonist Yue introduced.

The charming Yue faces the changes of the current situation and life in a unique and free-and-easy way. I met Yue for the first time. He is a handsome gentleman with picturesque eyebrows and eyes, and the mole in the corner of his eye adds three points to his smile.

He is a friend of the hostess and husband. He never doubts about life, sharing weal and woe, and sharing life and death. He once said in the form of a joke that he would marry her. He understood her, but in the end, although he didn't give up, he didn't keep her. He left to help this country and let her pursue what she loves. "Dongzi Shen fell back, lying in the snow, holding a folding fan at the night sky, saying that he would set up a fortune-telling booth, which could break life and death, approve wealth and swing in between."

Finally, "in the late spring evening, Shen Xi took a short rest, dug out an altar of apricot blossom wine from under the tree, sat at the stone table and poured himself a cup." Let's drink to his apricot blossom and tea before rain. In fact, being a confidant may be worse than being a lover.