Zhao Yun, the king of Yi, is worried about Shi Miyuan's coming to propose marriage.

this will make a lot of trouble in Shi Miyuan's family. After Shi Yaxing, the daughter of Shi Miyuan, knew the plan, she immediately went to Shi Miyuan and said, "Dad, how can you give your daughter to Zhao Yun, the king of Yi, without her daughter's consent? Do you still love her? ”

seeing that his daughter was a little unhappy, Shi Miyuan said with a smile: "my daughter, Zhao Yun, the king of Yi, is a man of Arts and martial arts. She looks beautiful and elegant, and now she is deeply loved by the emperor. She is your age. Why not?"

"You think about it all for yourself. What your daughter wants is love, not a deal." Shi Yaxing said.

Shi Miyuan said: "my child, you are young and ignorant. Zhao Yun, king of Yi, has an unlimited future. Maybe he can take over the throne in the future. By then, you will be the empress of the palace. You are the mother of the world. How many girls dream of doing good things."

"The rights, reputation, status and money in the world may be very important to you, but women still think that the warm love is the most precious and the daughter yearns for it. Anyway, I won't marry a man who has no feelings with me. You like him to be your old man's son-in-law. You can find someone else to do it." Shi Yaxing said.

After that, Shi Yaxing left in a huff.

Back in her boudoir, Ziyu, the servant girl behind her, saw that the young lady was angry and asked, "young lady, I know you like the young master Xin you met last time. What's the matter with you?"

"I don't know. I just feel that being with him is the happiest time for me. Drinking, composing poems and enjoying the scenery of the West Lake make me unforgettable. If I can find such a person to be my lifelong partner, what can I ask for?" Shi Yaxing said softly.

Ziyu heard the young lady finish, said with a smile: "you don't mean that this Xinran young master has returned to Lin'an, why don't you meet again."

"Ziyu, although you and I are called master servants, you and I are in the same family. So you have to help me to ask son Xin about my business this time, but don't let my father know." Shi Yaxing said to Ziyu.

Ziyu said, "don't worry, miss."

Shi Yaxing said: "Mr. Xin is now living in Chen Wenduan's house, the head of the etiquette department. I'll write a letter to ask Mr. Xin to meet on the broken bridge of the West Lake. You can send this letter to Mr. Chen's house."

"Yes, miss." Ziyu replied.

Shi Yaxing asked Ziyu to send the letter, because she wanted to go out, she dressed up.

Then he sat for a while and slipped out of the back door of the mansion.

It's getting dark. Shi Yaxing stands alone on the broken bridge of the West Lake. She can't help but be intoxicated with the enchanting West Lake at night.

Just as Shi Yaxing was intoxicated with the beautiful scenery, suddenly a familiar man's voice came from behind: "Miss Shi, good poem."

Shi Yaxing quickly turned around and saw that it was Xinran, who was always thinking about her, standing behind her and looking at herself with a smile.

"Young Master Xin, I haven't seen you for a long time. How are you all the time." Shi Yaxing said a blessing to Xin Ran.

Xin Ran also gave a gift and said: "thanks to miss Tuo, I'm very good. I've come according to the time and place you said when I received the letter from Miss Tuo. What can I do for Miss Tuo?"

Shi Yaxing did not answer Xin Ran's question, but asked: "Mr. Xin, do you know the legend of the broken bridge?"

"I don't quite understand that." Xinran replied.

Shi Yaxing said: "a long time ago, the Baisha dyke of the West Lake meandered from the isolated mountain to here. There was only an unnamed small wooden bridge tightly connected with the lake bank. If you want to go to Gushan, you have to go through this small wooden bridge. It's very inconvenient for you because of the sun and rain, and the bridge slab is often broken.

There is a simple cottage beside the bridge, where a couple surnamed Zhang live. They are kind-hearted and hardworking. Men fish in the lake for a living, while women set up a wine stand at the door to sell local wine.

Because of the bad taste of the wine, customers seldom come to the door and business is light.

One day, as the sun was setting, the couple was just about to close the door when an old man with white hair and ragged clothes came. He said that he had come all the way and had no money and asked to stay overnight.

Seeing that he was poor and old, Zhang and his wife enthusiastically stayed with him, burned a carp just caught from the West Lake, made a bowl of home brewed wine, and entertained the old man.

The old man was not polite. He drank three bowls in a row, then fell on the bed and fell asleep.

The next morning, when the old man left, he said, "thank you for your kind hospitality. I have three pieces of wine medicine here to help you make good wine." After that, take out three red wine medicine and say goodbye.

Zhang and his wife put the old man's three wine medicines in the wine vat. The wine produced is scarlet, sweet and mellow, and has a strong aroma. Since then, every day customers, Zhangjia wine famous Hangzhou City, business day by day prosperous.

Zhang and his wife demolished the cottage and built a restaurant. In order to thank the old man with white hair, they have saved a sum of money and are ready to thank him well.

Three years later, in winter, it snowed heavily in the West Lake, and the old man with white hair came to Duan's restaurant again. The couple were overjoyed at the arrival of their benefactor and left the old man to live in his home for a long time. But the old man said goodbye the next day. When they left, they took out 300 Liang silver and gave it to the old man.The old man said with a smile, "thank you for your kindness. I'm a lonely old man. What's the use of so much money? You'd better use it in the most important place! "After that, he stepped on the snow and walked to the small bridge. Duan and his wife stood at the door to see each other off. They saw the old man just stepped on the small wooden bridge. When he slipped, the bridge plate broke and the old man fell into the lake. The couple ran to help each other. Suddenly, they saw the old man with white hair standing on the lake, smiling and waving to them.

Zhang and his wife know that the old man with white hair is not a mortal. Thinking of the old man's parting words, he used the money to build a high bluestone arch bridge and a pavilion at the end of the bridge.

From then on, the people who visit the West Lake are no longer afraid of road sliding and Bridge breaking. The villagers miss the good deeds of Zhang Jia and his wife in building the bridge. Because the bridge seems to be broken from a distance, later generations call it broken bridge. "

after listening to Shi Yaxing, Xin Ran said," I can't imagine that this broken bridge is still a bridge of gratitude. There should be such a spirit of friendship between people. "

"This is the great love in the world. In fact, in addition to the great love on the West Lake, there are also love stories between men and women. In the past, it was here that white lady met Xu Xian by chance. After a lot of hardships, they finally became immortal couples. It's really enviable." Shi Yaxing said.

Xinran naturally knew what Shi Yaxing meant, so she said, "Miss, I have saved my life. I admire you very much, but I already belong to you."

"In fact, I also know that there is very little between you and me, but even the reunion with you in an instant is eternal for me. No matter what the future is, let's enjoy the beautiful night. "Li Yurou said affectionately.

Xinran is also infected by Shi Yaxing's true feelings. Unconsciously, they cuddle together, sit by the bridge and gently tell each other about the pain of Acacia. The deep love finally breaks out between them.

In this way, until late at night, Xinran will Shi Yaxing to the back door of Shi Miyuan mansion, far to see her enter, he went back.