Everyone knows that Xie Youning was born to be the most favored princess in the Wei Dynasty.
But she is arrogant and extravagant, not familiar with power, she is just a rich and idle person.
She originally thought that these idle days of drunkenness and dreams were quite good, enough to reassure the man on the throne and give her a life of freedom.
It wasn't until the East Palace pressed closer and the blade was stained with blood that she realized that the hotbed was actually a Shura field.
——Then, let's fight.
Her former mentor turned around silently, General Bamboo Horse guarded the border far away, a storm was coming, and she stepped into the whirlpool alone.
Only the "weak" dancer who was redeemed by her from the flower house and who always liked to dance barefoot wrapped in plain gauze wiped the blood from her cheeks on the night of the palace incident. Her fingertips were cold, but her eyes were so bright:
"Your Highness, step over their bones and stand on the highest point."
Later, when she ascended the throne, she heard that the new emperor of the Song Dynasty across the country was violent and capricious, and bloodbathed the palace.
She was busy cleaning up the mountains and rivers, and had no time for him to care.
Later, the tyrant tied his hands, knelt in white clothes in the snow in front of her palace, raised his head and smiled with a beautiful and sad smile:
"Your Majesty, you said you would support me for the rest of my life."
"Now that the Song Dynasty is recruiting me, if I send myself here, does it still count?"
Xie Youning looked at the eyes filled with her reflection, and suddenly felt that the money he had redeemed back then was really the best deal in his life.
"That's right." She curled her lips and brushed the scar on his throat with her fingertips, "But my harem cannot tolerate a beauty who can only cry."
He kissed her palm smoothly, the mole of tears swaying like a gu:
"I... Know a lot."
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