When he woke up, the social animal Yun Zhaoyin transformed into the top master of Daliang, the commander of the forbidden army, and the imperial guard with a sword in front of him - Zhao Guanlan.
A real deal, man.
Yun Zhaoying:... Help!
From then on, during the day, she was a decisive, taciturn and cold-faced commander, one person inferior to ten thousand people.
At night, she is a little woman hiding under the quilt, looking at her eight-pack abs and crying without tears.
But the most difficult thing is not to hide the daughter's identity, but to deal with the emperor who is thinking deeply and is getting more and more wrong.
At first, Emperor Xiao Changyin just felt that his loyal guard was acting a little strange recently.
For example, his skills are still neat, but his posture is inexplicably more "elegant".
For example, despite his indifferent face, the tips of his ears are always quietly red.
Later, he found that he liked teasing this "Zhao Aiqing" more and more.
See how he pretends to be calm even though he is scared to death, see how stubborn he is when he is forced into a corner with red eyes and refuses to beg for mercy.
Until that day, at the palace banquet, he was still drunk.
Xiao Changyin trapped the person on the side of the dragon bed, brushed his tight Adam's apple with his fingertips, and said in a low and dangerous voice: "Zhao Aiqing, why do you always have the fragrance of a woman on your body?"
Yun Zhaoying was stiff all over, and alarm bells were ringing in his head.
"Your Majesty, um, that's the new spicy sauce I bought for my job. It's a popular item among the people. Why don't I give you a piece too?"
The sharpest knife of an emperor hides the softest core. When protection becomes exclusive, loyalty becomes love.
How long can she be the fake commander of the Imperial Army?
