The Male Protagonist Is Bound to a Beloved Concubine System, with Two Male Protagonists and Two Male Protagonists. Two Male Protagonists! ! !
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Is there any novel in which the male protagonist travels to ancient times and is bound to the beloved concubine system? Please, it would be better if it is a quick time travel.
Feng Xu, a seventeen-year-old arrogant little prince, fell in love with Yin Wuzheng, the protégé of Xiliang, for ten thousand years at a glance. After three years of infatuation, he couldn't get a look back. At that time, he didn't understand that this love was the beginning of a bad fate. Reunion five years later, everything is turned upside down! The troubled Phoenix became the deposed emperor of the previous dynasty, and the former hostage became the monarch of the new dynasty. Feng Xu's body was all broken and broken, leaving only scars everywhere. And when Yin Wuzheng looked at this "white porcelain" full of cracks, he was shocked to realize that the sincerity that he had abandoned like worn shoes was actually so well protected by the other party. Falling from the clouds into the mud, from being chased to being looked down upon. When "Unable to Desire" meets the "Grudge Society" and his identity is turned upside down, how should the ruthless new emperor face the broken old love? Every wound carved on Feng Xu's body became Yin Wuzheng's most painful regret for the rest of his life! The ancient style is strong, the broken mirror is reunited, watch how the phoenix rises from the fire and reaches nirvana.
## The tyrant only favors the little scarred concubine >I am the disfigured real daughter of the general's palace. When my fake sister burned me to death, she said she wanted to be the queen. >After rebirth, I took the initiative to enter the palace as a little palace maid, and deliberately poured tea on the tyrant's dragon robe. >He grabbed my chin: "Aren't you afraid that I'll kill you?" >I blinked my almond-shaped eyes and rubbed my palm against his, "Your Majesty, are you willing?" >Later, he personally peeled off the fake queen's human skin and stuffed the phoenix seal into my scarred palm. >"Lonely queen, it's time to go home." --- 🔥The flames engulfed the broken body, and the curse of the fake sister Yun Jingqi tempered the poison: "From now on, I will be the legitimate daughter of the General's Mansion, and the Queen of Xia Kingdom!" When I opened my eyes again, I wore the old scars on my face, hid the cold light in my eyes, and became the most clumsy little palace maid in front of the tyrant. In the imperial study room, the jade lamp "missed" and the warm tea soup splashed onto the bright yellow dragon robe. The whole hall was filled with dead silence. The eyes of the tyrant Chu Jinyuan were as cold as the cold iron outside the Great Wall. His slender fingers with thin calluses grabbed my chin hard and forced me to look up: "Looking for death?" The pain from my previous life was surging, but I curled up my still clear almond eyes, like a testing little animal, and rubbed my cool cheeks lovingly against his hot palm: "Your Majesty is powerful all over the world." His voice was as sweet as honey, "Are you willing to kill a poor little guy like me?" The ice in his eyes suddenly cracked, and the undercurrent surged. No one knows who secretly protected the dying figure in the ruins after the "accidental" fire in the General's Mansion; no one knows, even more, no one knows what kind of bloody killing intent was tempered in the emperor's eyes hidden in the shadows when Yun Jingqi, the newly named "Queen", painted the phoenix makeup in the bronze mirror. In the Jinluan Hall, all the officials were as silent as cicadas. Chu Jinyuan stepped down the jade steps step by step and walked towards the colorless Yun Jingqi on the phoenix throne. He leaned forward and whispered like a lover, but every word was heart-wrenching: "Can you wear the stolen phoenix crown securely?" The black iron dagger flashed with cold light, and it did not kill anyone. Instead, it slowly cut a gap along the carefully maintained neck skin - he wanted to personally peel off the painting that stole my life! Warm blood drops splashed onto the hem of my palace dress. Without even looking at the limp "Queen" on the ground, Chu Jinyuan turned around and walked towards me in the corner. He ignored the ugly scars on my hands and pressed the heavy, bloody phoenix seal firmly into my palm without any refusal. The force was overbearing, but the fingertips had a burning temperature, brushing away the broken hair from my forehead. "Have you seen enough of the show?" His deep voice resounded through the hall, falling only on my ears, with a settled hoarseness and endless indulgence: "Go back to the palace when you've had enough, my lonely queen.
"Tie up the beloved concubine system, I mistakenly traveled to the 1970s": This is a military marriage novel of the era, including elements such as the male protagonist's rebirth, marriage first and love later. After Xu Jiaojiao was bound to the Beloved Concubine System, she thought she was going to travel to the harem of the ancient Great Evil, but was sent to the 1970s due to a system error. She has a system that can make people become more and more beautiful. Even if she tries to make herself look ugly, her beauty cannot be concealed. And her rough husband also loves her very much. - "The sweet and seducing princess is arousing, and the abstinent prince will also fall": The male protagonist is indifferent at first, but later he gradually becomes gentle in getting along with the female protagonist, and he talks a lot about love. The heroine has an open personality and is very flirtatious. The two sparked a love affair while getting along, and finally came to a perfect ending.
## We just got married and you want me to go to the countryside? >In the back kitchen of a state-owned hotel, I used my knife to dissect eight pounds of carp. >The inspection team broke into the door: "Su Miaomiao, put down the murder weapon!" >I held up the bloody kitchen knife tremblingly: "Killing fish... Is it illegal?" >Until the night when he was recognized back to Gaomen, the identity of his adoptive father was accidentally exposed. >On the train going to the countryside, the officer sitting next to me stared at the thick calluses on my palms and asked, "Butcher Su's daughter?" >He chuckled: "What a coincidence, I'm in charge of the slaughterhouse." --- In the greasy kitchen of a state-owned hotel, a strong fishy smell wafted in the air. Su Miaomiao's slender but extremely steady hand held down a struggling eight-pound carp, and the thick-backed kitchen knife in her other hand was cold and cold. The hand rises, the knife falls, and the back of the knife is slapped hard! The live fish that was flopping on the chopping board just now rolled its eyes and straightened up. The blade then sliced open the belly of the fish, the movement was so fast that only a silvery shadow remained, and the fish's internal organs were accurately removed with a shockingly crisp technique. "Don't move!" A thunderous scolding sounded without warning! The greasy iron door was slammed open, and a large group of people wearing period-specific navy blue uniforms and eye-catching epaulettes rushed in, instantly squeezing the narrow kitchen to the limit. The chilling breath dispersed the fishy smell. Su Miaomiao suddenly raised her hands up almost reflexively! The kitchen knife that had just completed the "killing" and with fresh fish blood dripping from the blade was raised straight above her head so abruptly and with the visual impact of a murder scene. The little face embedded in the greasy bib was as delicate as a porcelain doll in the window, but at this moment it was filled with the most real, deer-like terror. Especially when her big wet eyes looked at the leader in panic, the middle-aged man in uniform with a serious face and sharp eyes like an eagle, her long and thick eyelashes trembled uncontrollably, like butterfly wings in the wind. "... Police, comrade police?" Her voice was thin and unbelievably tentative, "Is it... Illegal to kill fish?" She was innocent and confused. "Put down the weapons in your hands!" The leading middle-aged man's eyes were like daggers. He shouted again and again, and every word hit the ground like ice particles. "Clang!" The kitchen knife was released and hit the greasy concrete floor with a sharp crack. A few drops of dark red fish blood splashed onto her whitened trousers. Su Miaomiao's hands were still frozen in mid-air, trembling slightly. "Are you Su Miaomiao?" The man's eyes were locked on hers. Seeing how cooperative she was, the cold ice in his tone seemed to melt slightly. "... Yes." She shrank her neck and her voice was as thin as a mosquito. "Butcher Su's adopted daughter?" The man took a step forward, his gaze like a searchlight, seeming to penetrate all her disguises. Su Miaomiao's breathing paused almost imperceptibly for a moment. Then, she lowered her eyes, covering up the complex undercurrent that flashed deep in her eyes, leaving only a meek and resigned feeling: "... Right." At this suffocating moment when the wind was roaring and it seemed as if she was about to be handcuffed away in the next second, the script of fate suddenly flipped! Who would have thought that this little girl who was killing fish with a knife in the greasy kitchen and was "blocked" by the inspection team would be confirmed overnight to be the real daughter of a prominent family living abroad! The tall gate courtyard is brightly lit. At the marriage recognition banquet, they exchanged glasses of wine, with fragrant clothes and shadows on their temples. Su Miaomiao was wearing a delicate but slightly stiff velvet skirt. She was trying hard to adapt to the smell of expensive perfume floating in the air. Her fingers unconsciously twisted the corners of the skirt, as if she could still feel the grease on the chopping board in the kitchen. Just when she thought she had finally escaped the smell of fish and the glare of swords, and could safely enjoy the belated life of a "rich and idle person" - "Miaomiao, it is a good thing to answer the call and go to the vast world to exercise!" The newly recognized "father" with a kind but unflattering smile gently pushed a notice with the words "Glorious Sending to the Countryside" in front of her. Su Miaomiao pinched the thin piece of paper, her fingertips were cold. Destiny is going round and round. Just after escaping from the cutting board of a state-owned hotel, will he be thrown into the unknown countryside again in the blink of an eye? She looked out the window at the bright lights of the city, and for the first time she felt that the smoke from the greasy kitchen had a hint of absurd "security". Bang-dang... Bang-dang... The dull rhythm of the green train rolled over the rails, carrying a car full of air mixed with the smell of sweat, food and fresh earth, heading towards the unknown fields. Su Miaomiao sat by the window, and the rapidly receding scenery outside the window blurred into a gray-green patch. She spread her palms and unconsciously rubbed the rough and thick calluses on her fingertips and palms that were extremely inconsistent with her age. They were medals left by countless frictions and confrontations with fish scales, knife blades, and chopping boards in countless mornings and dusk, silently telling her true past as "the adopted daughter of Su Butcher." "This cocoon," a low, melodious, metallic male voice suddenly sounded beside her. It was not high, but it strangely penetrated the noise of the carriage. "Is it the result of holding a knife all the time?" Su Miaomiao's heart skipped a beat, as if she had been glimpsed into the deepest secret. She turned her head quickly. The man sitting next to me had put down the newspaper at some point. He was wearing an old military uniform that had been washed white, wrapping his tall and thin body. His eyebrows were high, his nose was straight, and his jawline was as sharp as a knife. He tilted his head slightly at this moment, and his deep eyes were falling on her open palms, his eyes astonishingly sharp. There seemed to be a trace of very faint but insightful playfulness on her thin lips. Su Miaomiao subconsciously wanted to retract her hand, but was fixed by that gaze. The noisy voices in the carriage seemed to be instantly removed, leaving only the aftertaste of his deep voice and her own drum-like heartbeat. The man raised his eyes and moved his gaze from her hands to her slightly widened eyes due to nervousness. The arc at the corners of her lips seemed to deepen by half a degree, with a strange kind of certainty that she was in control of the overall situation. He leaned forward slightly, closed the distance a little, and lowered his voice so that only she could hear clearly: "Butcher Su's daughter?" Su Miaomiao's breath was completely held, and all the blood in her body seemed to rush to the top of her head. He looked at her instantly frozen expression, and a very light laugh escaped from his throat, low and sweet, like the strings of a piano being gently plucked. The smile spread in his deep eyes, with an indescribable familiarity and a hint of... Wonderful sense of fate. "What a coincidence." He uttered two words slowly, his eyes locked on her, and each word was very clear: >"Before I changed my career, I was responsible for inspection of slaughterhouses." Boom——! The string called "calmness" in Su Miaomiao's mind was completely broken. Inspection team? Slaughterhouse? The shadow of the leader who blocked her in the kitchen of the state-owned hotel instantly overlapped with the handsome but scrutinizing face in front of her! The monotonous clatter of the train amplified infinitely, making her eardrums numb. She opened her mouth, but her throat seemed to be stuck with fish bones, and she couldn't make any sound. The man, Gu Zheng, had enough time to watch the wonderful changes in expressions on her face, from shock and panic to forced composure. Countless emotions flashed through those clear deer-like eyes in an instant, and finally condensed into a kind of vigilance that was a bit broken. This reaction was more interesting than he expected. He relaxed and leaned back in the chair, but his eyes still stayed on her face, with a hint of inquiry: "Are you afraid?" Su Miaomiao took a deep breath, suppressed the turmoil in her heart, and dug her fingertips into the thick calluses of her palms. The familiar rough feeling brought a strange calmness. She raised her eyes and tried to keep her voice steady: "... Comrade Chief was joking. I responded to the call to go to the countryside for construction, what should I be afraid of?" She spelled out the words "go to the countryside for construction" very clearly. Hearing this, Gu Zheng raised his eyebrows almost imperceptibly. Little girl, her mouth is quite tough. He stopped asking, but his deep gaze passed over her jawline, which was slightly tightened due to nervousness, and her eyes that were trying to be wide open to show "calmness", and the amusement in his heart became stronger. He picked up the rolled newspaper again and seemed to have lost interest in the conversation. He just said lightly: "That's good. The world is vast and there is a lot to do." During the rest of the journey, the air seemed to freeze. Su Miaomiao felt as if she were sitting on pins and needles, and the fields speeding outside the window also lost their color. Gu Zheng's presence was so strong that even if he closed his eyes to rest, the sense of power under his old military uniform and his penetrating eyes made her feel like a prey being watched silently by a ferocious beast. Her mind was in turmoil: How much did he know? About the adoptive father? That time with the inspection team? Was it a coincidence that he appeared on the train heading to the place where she cut the queue? Still……? Doubts wrap around the heart like vines. Until the train panted to a stop at a simple small platform, the carriage was filled with noisy sounds of luggage and greetings. Su Miaomiao stood up almost immediately, wanting to escape from this suffocating space as soon as possible. "What's the hurry?" The deep voice sounded again. Gu Zheng also stood up at some point, his tall body casting a shadow next to her. He easily raised his hand, reached over her, and took off her half-old, bulging canvas duffel bag from the overhead luggage rack. His movements were as natural as if he had rehearsed them countless times. The heavy luggage bag fell into his hands, as light as weightless. Su Miaomiao was stunned: "Myself..." Before she could finish her words, Gu Zheng was already carrying her bag and took the lead to step out of the seat aisle, motioning for her to follow. He stood in the narrow aisle, his shoulders and back under the old military uniform were broad and straight, creating a small and safe space for her in the crowded and pushing crowd. Going against the flow of people getting off the bus, he looked back at her with a calm look in his eyes: "Follow me. It's easy to lose it if you carry such a big bag alone in this place." There was no unnecessary explanation, and his tone was as calm as stating a fact. Su Miaomiao looked at his clear-jointed, powerful hands holding her luggage steadily, and then looked down at the calluses on her palms. An extremely complicated feeling came over her. Danger? It seems not available for the time being. Peace of mind? Too ridiculous. She pursed her lips, and finally followed him, carefully walking in the "safe zone" he created. The chaos of war and chaos when arriving in a strange country for the first time was quietly diluted by this unexpected little "protection". However, the pastoral "test" has just begun. The residence assigned to Su Miaomiao was an old house that had been idle for a long time at the end of the village. The walls were mottled, the roof was light-filled in places, the stove was cold, and there were a few broken spider webs hanging in the corners. The air was filled with a mixture of dust and musty smell. The educated youths who came with them looked at their new "home" with somewhat sad faces. Su Miaomiao put down her luggage and looked around, frowning slightly, but not complaining too much. She rolled up her sleeves, revealing a fair but powerful forearm, and walked directly to the dusty, broken water tank in the corner. "Miaomiao, why are there people living here? How about we go talk to the captain?" A female educated youth with braided braids complained softly. Su Miaomiao scooped up a ladle of turbid water and poured it into the broken wooden basin next to her. Without raising her head, she said in a calm voice: "What's the use? It's good to be allocated here. If you clean it up, there will always be room for people." She squatted down and began to wipe the thick oil stain on the stove with quick movements and a kind of toughness that was inconsistent with her petite appearance. That focused and sharp silhouette seemed to have returned to the small space in the back kitchen of a state-owned hotel where everything was controlled. The days flow slowly in adaptation and work. The food for educated youth is rough and monotonous, the soup is watery, a few vegetable leaves are floating around, and there is not a single bit of oil star in sight. After a few days, everyone's mouth was full of doubts and they were no longer motivated to work. After finishing work for the day, Su Miaomiao paused as she passed by the relatively clear river at the entrance of the village. The afterglow of the setting sun shines on the water, jumping like broken gold. With sharp eyes, she saw several plump grass carps swaying leisurely in the water plants near the shore. The female educated youth who was traveling with her followed her gaze, swallowed, and then sighed: "I can't see anything, I'm so greedy!" Su Miaomiao didn't say anything, but silently walked to the river, bent down and picked up a few thin flakes with sharp edges. She weighed it up and chose the most convenient one. He locked his eyes on the blue-gray shadow swimming under the water and held his breath. The next second, his wrist suddenly exerted force, and the stone fragments flew out of his hand! "Poof!" Water splashed! A grass carp weighing at least three kilograms was accurately hit on the head by a stone chip and floated up with a white belly. "Wow——!" Several educated youths were stunned and exclaimed. Su Miaomiao looked as usual, rolled up her trouser legs, stepped into the cold river water with her bare feet, and quickly picked up the fainted fish. The movements were as smooth as if they had been rehearsed thousands of times. "Miaomiao! You, you are so amazing!" The braided female educated youth ran over excitedly. "Good luck." Su Miaomiao smiled faintly and shook the water droplets off the fish. "An extra meal tonight." The little educated youth spot instantly became excited because of this unexpected gain. When Su Miaomiao once again demonstrated her dazzling fish-killing skills - removing scales, disemboweling, and cleaning, all in one go, and the movements were so fast that only afterimages were left, only the sounds of exclamation and swallowing were left in the simple kitchen. The rich aroma of fish soup finally filled the small courtyard. The milky white soup was rolling and steaming, dispelling the fatigue of the body and the dampness and coldness of the countryside. The educated youths sat together, holding coarse porcelain bowls, with long-lost, satisfied smiles on their faces. At this moment, Su Miaomiao became the undoubted "core" of this small group. Her competence and ability to create "taste" in difficult situations have quietly won everyone's trust. "Miaomiao, your craftsmanship is amazing! Whether we can eat meat in the future depends entirely on you!" A male educated youth shouted, half jokingly and half seriously. Su Miaomiao held the bowl and sipped the delicious fish soup, her cheeks flushed by the heat. She didn't speak, but just rolled her eyes. Her smile, under the dim kerosene light, was warm and a little proud. At this moment, someone knocked on the firewood door in the small courtyard. Beneath, bee, bee. The rhythm is steady. The noisy laughter suddenly fell silent, and everyone looked at the door in confusion. Su Miaomiao's heart skipped a beat, she put down the bowl, got up and opened the door. Standing outside the door was Gu Zheng. The tall figure almost blocked the entire door frame. He was still wearing the half-worn military uniform, but there was some night dew on his shoulders from the journey. His deep gaze passed over Su Miaomiao's head and landed precisely on the large iron pot on the stove that exuded an alluring aroma. His Adam's apple seemed to roll inconspicuously. "Gu... Comrade Gu?" Su Miaomiao was a little surprised, with a hint of unnoticeable nervousness in her voice. How did he find it here? Gu Zheng's eyes slowly moved back to her face, which looked particularly deep in the night. He seemed to be holding something in his hand, wrapped in old newspapers. "Yeah." He responded, his voice was low and his emotions could not be heard. His eyes swept over the educated youths standing cautiously in the small courtyard, and finally fell back on Su Miaomiao's face, which was flushed by the heat, and her old apron that was stained with fish scales. He paused, as if considering his words, and then, very naturally, handed over the old newspaper bag in his hand. A little dark red oil stain oozed from the edge of the newspaper. "I heard," Gu Zheng's voice was not high, but it reached everyone's ears clearly, with a strange and natural meaning, "the food here is good." He looked straight at Su Miaomiao, the corners of his lips seemed to have a very slight arc, and added: "I brought meat. Do you care about the food?" The night wind blew through the small courtyard, carrying the aroma of earth and fish soup. The educated youths looked at each other, their eyes filled with the light of gossip. Su Miaomiao looked at the heavy piece of meat handed to her, and then met Gu Zheng's bottomless eyes that seemed a little "righteous" at the moment. The heat in her cheeks seemed to be even higher. She was silent for two seconds, then finally stretched out her hand and took the paper package that still had the warmth of his palm. The moment the fingertips touched, there seemed to be a weak electric current flowing through them.
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