The Plan Has Changed and I Am Preparing to Ascend the Throne.

[Small work Yiqing stupid beauty suffers × exquisite self-interested and evil-faced book attack] The Ninth Prince Xiao Ting's great wish in life is to hug the prince's brother's thigh tightly, to be granted the title of king in the future, and to live a life of dandyism. The prince was ordered to go on a blind date, but it was not Miss Fei's family who came, but her world-famous eldest brother Fei Shi. This general, whose nickname is Jiang Hu, is eight feet tall, majestic and burly, with the air of a gentleman. It's a pity that they are probably mentally ill, saying that they are both cannon fodder villains in the book. They will follow the prince to fail in their rebellion and die without a burial place. The only way to save their lives is to form an alliance. Xiao Ting smiled on the surface, but thought to himself that you farted. After seeing off the guests, he went straight to the East Palace to inform the police. As a result, he happened to catch the prince trying on the newly made dragon robe. Xiao Ting: O. O It was too late to join other royal brothers. The royal family had no good faults. In order to save his life, Xiao Ting came up with a plan: he would cut off his sleeves and completely withdraw from the battle for the inheritance! The target, of course, is Fei Shi, a good brother who knows the plot well. Fans are given to brothers in the three days of summer, and warm beds are warmed for brothers in the dead of winter. In addition to making wood carvings and delicacies according to his preferences, enjoying building a house, and teasing the students of the Meng Academy, Xiao Ting kept a low profile and never interfered in government affairs. Until one day, when he closed and opened his eyes, the whole palace was standing in silence, and his good brother held a crown in his hand and smiled gently at him: "Plans have changed, it's time to take the throne." - Fei Shi spent several months reading, missing the air-conditioning and takeout in modern society every day. He turned out to be a general who was destined to rebel and lose his head, but he was just an exquisite egoist with evil intentions in his heart. Until he found Xiao Ting, the stupid and arrogant Ninth Prince in the book. The imagination of an idiot is so terrifying. Fei Shi was nibbling the honey buns baked by Xiao Ting and watching the man humming a song and drawing the new city plan, and suddenly felt—— This broken book seems to be able to save it. As for Xiao Ting, he always sneaked into his room. After warming the bed, he still blinked: Brother Jianghu, do I look like a broken sleeve... Fei Shi's eyes licked past the snow-white ankles on the couch, swallowed the steamed bun, and wiped his hands calmly. Picture. Why not. But it's just a look, and I haven't seriously studied how to use the cut sleeves at first glance. But it doesn't matter. He had plenty of time and taught by himself. ~ Mutual favor, double C, HE ~ The books are just empty. The official system is a mixture of several dynasties, so don't pay attention to it. ~Cover Xiao Ting's character design, artist's wife Xiao Hongshu @What are you thinking of eating? - Pre-orders have started, check out "The Little Husband Who Got Rich" Hua Yan, a blogger of a certain intangible cultural heritage. On the first day of time travel, the original person cried and hanged himself to break off the engagement, and the loan lenders outside the door clamored to use him to pay off the debt. His brother-in-law called him ungrateful, the aunt next door called him shameless, and his fiancé Xi Huan, who had just returned from the war, stood silently in the shadows with a cold face. Among all the bad cards, Huayan immediately fell in love with the rough man with scars on his face, broad shoulders and narrow waist. Who in the family understands that God sends an exclusive customized male model exactly according to his preferences, so why do you expect him to let it go? Why retreat? Hua Yan nodded immediately, quickly settled her debts, packed up her belongings and married into the Xi family. In the small village of Bianguan, the squeamish boy who was rumored to only want to climb high branches turned his hands and set up a large dyeing vat. The vegetation is the soul, and the minerals are the bones. The inconspicuous isatis root turned into a flowing indigo river in his hands; the ordinary red flower blossomed into the strongest rouge color on his fingertips. At first, she only exchanged a few dollars to buy meat at the market. Later, on the dowry list of a noble girl in the capital, there must be "flower Xi Ran" from the border, which is hard to find. At first, the villagers sneered: I'm afraid this young man from a flower family is out of his mind. What's the point of making all this fancy water? Later, the villagers (queuing up to hand over apprenticeship invitations): Huafuzi, do you want to accept a disciple? The kind who can chop wood and feed the horses and bring their own rations! Hua Yan smiled and said nothing, Xi Huan showed off his arm muscles and sharpened his knife at the door. - Xi Huan risked his life and returned from the battlefield. He originally thought that the young man he had received in exchange for his life-saving kindness was an embroidered pillow that would only cause trouble. Until he saw with his own eyes, those delicate hands flying in the hot dye vat, and his fingers were soaked red... On a snowy winter night, the tall and silent man held his husband tightly in his arms. He carefully stroked the cracks made by his hand with his rough hands. He felt extremely distressed and said, "I will do the rough work. Just lie down." Hua·I can't stand being fucked anymore·Yan QAQ:... No, I have to work! Please let me work! Working is just tiring, but lying down may kill you... - Later, the war broke out at the border and the refugees dispersed. The court could not count on it, but Xi Huan and Hua Yan did not panic. They took the whole village to the depths of the mountains, cultivated terraces, built houses and ponds, and built a shelter in a desperate situation. In troubled times, only this place is still a paradise with friendly lights. ~ I have a little yellow heart but a career brain, a kind heart but not a holy mother and no internal friction, support my family and get rich by crafts, double C, HE ~ Giving birth to a child, daily farming and management, the parents are short-lived, slightly group-like, and have a few top supporting roles. The overall theme is a warm and healing way of living a down-to-earth life. The intangible cultural heritage blogger has a skillful hand and a kind heart, and the beauty suffers × If he talks badly, he just doesn't say anything and just keeps working hard to attack the rough guy Purpose: Work hard for life