In the eleventh year of Yanhe, during the deep winter, heavy snow fell.,Chu Ruolan, who stood aside watching, said coldly, "Chu Xiyu, you actually want to stop the imperial carriage and report to the emperor In your dreams! If I were you, I would have been ashamed to live ten years ago. You are able to survive until now, it's really amazing.",Ten fingers are green, not because of frequent washing and the resulting calluses. Eyesight is clear, not because of late nights studying and embroidering until they're strained...。