
Idiot
About This Novel
There were thirty-seven vassal states in the Ji Dynasty. He was the lord of the Mo Kingdom and she was the princess of the Li Kingdom. He fell in love with her for her beauty, and she admired his talent. This is supposed to be a good story, but it turns out to be a misfortune. He used his wisdom and iron blood to overturn her home and country, and she used her hands to destroy the stunning beauty he fell in love with. When we meet again in King Mo's palace, her new name is Rong An. May my life be peaceful. A new name cannot reverse the established life. They are enemies to each other, but also lovers. Uncovering a conspiracy to destroy the country, tearing apart the masks on each other's faces, sometimes advancing and retreating together, sometimes facing each other with swords. In the end, I realized that people may not be able to do anything about their fate, but I can't do anything about you.
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Official(1)Scraped 23d ago
Some people are destined to be ordinary and incapable of love - temples and battlefields, swords and swords, fighting and iron horses, are destined to wash their hands and make soup for them, which is a luxury. On one side is the hatred of the country and the family, on the other side is the deep love. There is nothing more difficult in the world than this. Retreating into the abyss, advancing but not getting what you want, entangled, entangled, entangled endlessly in the wheel of fate, constantly shearing and confusing, and in the end, you suddenly find that your flesh and blood are fused together. Who can tell clearly which is hate and which is love?
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Official(1)Scraped 23d ago
Some people are destined to be ordinary and incapable of love - temples and battlefields, swords and swords, fighting and iron horses, are destined to wash their hands and make soup for them, which is a luxury. On one side is the hatred of the country and the family, on the other side is the deep love. There is nothing more difficult in the world than this. Retreating into the abyss, advancing but not getting what you want, entangled, entangled, entangled endlessly in the wheel of fate, constantly shearing and confusing, and in the end, you suddenly find that your flesh and blood are fused together. Who can tell clearly which is hate and which is love?









