When Jiang Wangshu was twelve years old, his father, the Emperor, drove away to the west, and his mother died.
There is only one twin brother left, but he is a sick man. Let alone ascending the throne, it is difficult to breathe.
The young master is dying, and the foreign vassals are eyeing him. No matter how you look at it, it's a dead game.
The elder brother said with a pale face: "My sister is in good health and her appearance is the same as mine. She can temporarily take over the throne for me and shock the foreign vassals."
Jiang Wangshu was stunned, with a sob stuck in his throat: "Me? Ascending the throne?"
Nowadays, can a simple-minded person like her with well-developed limbs be able to become the emperor?
Jiang Wangshu became the emperor with trepidation. At this point, Taifu Ye faced his nightmare.
Ye Shao won three yuan in a row at the age of fifteen, and was promoted to Taifu at the age of twenty-two. His goal was to leave his name in the history books.
There was nothing in the world that he couldn't do until he met His Majesty.
He once swore in front of the late Emperor's spirit that he would teach His Majesty to become a wise king.
Unexpectedly, three years have passed, and His Majesty's cultural level has not improved at all, and his moral character has become worse and worse.
He was in class, and His Majesty stared at his face with a leering look.
He had a cold face, and His Majesty touched his hand dishonestly.
He got angry: "Your Majesty, you must correct your attitude and work hard for the country!"
Jiang Wangshu: "Huh? But the Tutor is so good-looking, I can't help it."
Ye Shao's ears turned red.
He had a hunch that if he continued to stay by His Majesty's side, he would really be able to leave his name in history.
But what remains is the infamy of being a deceitful master.
Unable to offend and afford to hide, Ye Shao chose to resign and run away.
Unexpectedly, after traveling ten miles from the capital, he was arrested and brought back to the capital on the pretext of stealing palace treasures.
Ye Shao swore: "Your Majesty, I have never done such a thing!"
His Majesty smiled: "Really? Stealing my heart doesn't mean stealing?"
Ye Shao refused: "I never like men! Your Majesty can't even like men!"
His Majesty took out a piece of drawing paper from his arms: "Really? Then tell me, what is this?"
Ye Shao closed his eyes and said, "... It's His Majesty's portrait."
A hand lifted his chin, forcing him to open his eyes and meet His Majesty's teasing eyes.
"Then, Master, can you tell me why this portrait is hidden under your pillow?"
"Could it be that... The master would look at my portrait at night and do something?"
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1V1 double clean, easy in the early stage, but there is a crematorium for chasing the wife in the later stage
The male and female protagonists are not saints, they each have their own faults, so don't enter if you don't like them.
Intention: A life with love, a world with love
