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[Orthodox taking by force and plundering]
[The rich and powerful man from Bianjing in the Song Dynasty VS the beautiful and arrogant art student whose soul has passed through the ancient lady]
Song Yanci is the god of death in Dali Temple.
His concubine appeared to be a weak scholar when he came to power, but he secretly kept secrets for the East Palace. He was ruthless and his methods were notoriously ruthless in Bianjing.
He ignored the kindness of saving his life and repaid kindness with revenge. When he kept me by his side, he only treated me as a plaything on the bed, playing with me as he pleased without any sympathy.
I was originally a young lady from Yangzhou who lived in another world. My parents died young and moved to Bianjing. I hated him for being so domineering and imprisoned, and I swore that I would never have any affection for him in this life.
In the third year, I faked my death and fled back to Yangzhou. I just wanted to leave the prison and regain my freedom. Unexpectedly, my paintings were privately carved and printed, and spread from Yanshui Lane in the south of the Yangtze River to the desks of nobles in the capital.
In the sixth year, he came to Yangzhou with my picture album, and the madness and ecstasy that he had suppressed for three years surged in his eyes. His calm and gentle manner had long been crushed to pieces by obsession.
He knelt in the misty rain in Yangzhou, held my wrist, and said in a trembling voice: "Wan'er, this time, don't try to escape again."
When I looked at his paranoid look, I just thought it was ridiculous——
He owes me more than three years of free time.
Purpose: Free price is higher
