Kowtow

In the Ming Dynasty, all the taxes and duties of 60 million Li and common people were recorded in the Yellow Book. It was created every ten years and was strictly decreed to the world. There was no escape, and it was sealed in Houhu of the capital. It's also the year of making records. In the spring of March, the daughter of the Lang family had red eyes and sent her brother to Houhu to check the pornography book. My brother couldn't help but smile when he saw this, and pointed to the handsome man next to him: "It's too early to cry. When my brother comes out of the cabinet this autumn and he carries you to the sedan, it won't be too late for you to cry to him." The red circles under the eyes of the Lang family's daughter had not faded away, and her cheeks were blushing again, and she secretly looked at her fiancé. The husband of the Zhao family won the first prize at a young age and watched the government in the household department. He was dressed in a noble and noble manner, just like a jade tree in the wind. The moment they looked at each other, emotions flowed in their eyes. In the summer of May, the daughter of the Lang family walked away without a soul while holding her brother's three white bones, her body covered in raw flesh and blood. A queue of colorful silks and gold beads blocked the way. The leader dismounted and took off his blue round-neck robe, and without any explanation, wrapped his trembling body and bones tightly into his arms. The man in his arms seemed unconscious and said in a daze: "Shilang Zhao, you have to help me, and I will take it as your apology." The Lang family became the talk of the capital overnight. The eldest brother Houhu broke the law and peeled off the grass, his father was deposed, and the second brother was weak and incompetent. The younger daughter's engagement was broken off by her fiancée. He was also humiliated by the adopted son of the eunuch in the inner court who used a jar of wine, a bolt of coarse cloth, and a pair of wooden combs to engage in marriage. Tie up your hair, wrap up your chest, and put on a jade-colored robe, Wearing a green cloth to wrap your head, The little girl of the Lang family decided to pretend to be "Lang Chu", the second brother of the Imperial College's supervising student. Enter the Houhu restricted area to find out the truth. Only with this body, for my brother Zhaoxue, I will cut him with thousands of swords and never regret until my death. ——The advance collection of the next volume of "The Dead Husband in the Grassland He Is Weak and Can Be Bullied" will be released in September—— After the marriage, Yan Suizhu never made it clear to her husband that she kept her ex-husband privately in the stable in the mansion. When her husband returned home from the imperial court, she stood at the door of the house to ask for help, but her eyes glanced at the groom. The groom's face turned pale as he led the horse back to the stable. This man comes from the grassland and is her unspeakable past. * He is called "the bronze lion under the golden tent" by the people on the grassland. He is strong, handsome and brave. He is about to step into the golden tent and marry the princess. At the last moment, Yan Suizhu and he were knocked down by a glass of drunken wine from the old Khan. Under the cold moon, the bonfire reflected his deep and handsome face: "The princess hates you. A husband and wife in the Central Plains are kind to each other for a hundred days. I will only protect you for a hundred days. From now on, your life and death will have nothing to do with me." The northern territory is in turmoil, the old Khan's health is deteriorating, and the battle for the throne is becoming increasingly fierce. As a "marriage noble daughter", Yan Suizhu became a pawn to win over the Central Plains, and her life and death depended on it. He watched with cold eyes, chatting and laughing with the princess. Inside the tent, he was sharpening his scimitar, his fingers brushing the curve of the blade, reflecting Yan Suizhu's eyes with reddish circles behind his back. Yan Suizhu murmured and took off layers of clothes. The blade touched her cheek. She took his other hand with a trembling hand and put it against her chest: "One day, a hundred days of kindness... Can you protect me for another year?" Night after night, the long night of humiliation seemed endless to her. * Once the grassland rebelled and power changed, his head was in a different place and his death was miserable. Yan Suizhu followed the envoy back to his homeland and was commended by His Majesty and given a good relationship. After the wedding, Yan Suizhu took the paper money to worship in the direction of the grassland, bidding farewell to the old and welcoming the new with a smile. In the curling white smoke, Qing Kui's figure appeared, slowly approaching her, and said with a breath like a gossamer: "Nu Zhu." Yan Suizhu watched the man stagger and fall on top of her. People are warm and alive. She smiled slowly, her eyes cold. The stable now has one more light. Purpose: A good harvest and plenty of years to come