Lingxiao flower

In the spring of the first year of Taihe, on a cold night, Yu Hualing, covered in blood, leaned weakly against the corner of a narrow alley. She felt her life had truly fallen apart. Pursued for thousands of miles, she feared she would not survive the journey to the capital. As she sat there, dazed and miserable, a man emerged from a nearby wine shop, a jar in hand. He paused at the sight of her, studied her from a few paces away, and said, "What a pity—such a fine young woman, reduced to this. I have half a jar of wine here. Would you like it?" Yu Hualing lifted her eyelids in disgust, stared at him for a moment, and saw a tall young man. She reached out her hand. "Yes." He tossed her the jar, turned, and walked away. It was on that half jar of wine that Yu Hualing fought her way into the capital, and for her deeds she was granted the title of Lady of Mingxi County. The day after receiving the title, she entered the palace to offer thanks and met a dark-faced man coming out of Ziji Palace. When he saw her, he narrowed his eyes, broke into a sudden smile, and stopped her. "Lady Mingxi, you owe me for that half jar of wine." Yu Hualing looked at him in silence, surprised. "Why should I repay it?" The man said cheerfully, "Go tell the Empress Dowager—I want you." Yu Hualing: "..." A song of flowers in the sky, spring breeze ten miles on the Qingyun Road. —Yu Hualing The young man's spring clothes are light in the drizzle, frost and snow in full bloom. —Li Anyu