I Share the Thunder with Delicate Flowers (Rebirth)

Climbing the dragon and clinging to the phoenix. It's hard to tell the difference between the pretty lady and the charming and crazy lady. The noble son has fallen into dust. Ps: The male protagonist is a Jiaohua (the arrogant Jiao in the early stage, the yandere Jiao in the later stage) After an "accidental" meeting, Qiu Yao was carried into the Ming Dynasty as a good concubine as she wished. She was said to be a good concubine, but she was actually given to the undistinguished young master of the Ming family. When the Ming Mansion gets married to the Grand Master's Mansion in the capital, she will be kicked out. The Ming family has prospered for several generations since the founding of the dynasty, but now it is just trying to support the family. Such a shaky and flashy house is most like a cage floating on the water, tempting to sink. But the hot piece of jade inside is the only life-saving straw Qiu Yao can grasp now. Qiu Yao thought that although the husband he served, Ming Jiayu, was arrogant and delicate and difficult to get along with, he had a good heart. As long as she wins Ming Jiayu's heart, even if she can't survive in the Ming Mansion in the future, she can still hope that he will reminisce about his old feelings and give her a good way out. But before a way out could be found, the Ming Mansion fell first. On the eve of the house raid, Qiu Yao fished out the gold and silver jewelry that Ming Jiayu usually gave her, and abandoned Ming Jiayu without hesitation and fled from Jinling City. * The next time he met Ming Jiayu was on his way to exile in Chongxi a few months later. The noble young master who used to be coquettish and crazy was now trampled under the feet of the officials in order to protect the velvet flower she gave him, and his pride was mixed with blood and shattered to pieces. At that time, Qiu Yao had just fallen in love with the rich and famous Juren master in this county. She only waited for the moment she walked in to find glory and wealth in her arms. Therefore, even Qiu Yao didn't know which rib she had put on the wrong one, so she actually pried off the iron lock and took Ming Jiayu on her back to escape. She thought to herself, just this once, she would help him with this journey, as a way of repaying the intoxicating love affair in Jinling City. From now on, the mountains are high and the rivers are long. I don't want to see you again. * When Qiu Yao abandoned Ming Jiayu for the first time, although he was heartbroken, he sincerely hoped that she would escape far away and live a good life. Because in his heart, the sword can be broken, the reputation can be broken, and the pride can be broken. Wei Yaoyao can only be pitiful and unbearable. When I met her again later, I didn't expect that she would run away at night carrying him on her back and escape. No one knows how joyfully Ming Jiayu came back to life that night. He took a deep breath and decided to live for Yao Yao and their future, by any means possible. Therefore, when Qiu Yao abandoned him again, Ming Jiayu felt that the mountains and rivers were pale, and love and hate were torn apart. Later, even if his iron hoofs crushed mountains and rivers, and even if he rose taller than ten thousand people, it was just a touch of obsession that drove him to live: He couldn't bear to break her, so he used the mountains and rivers as a cage to imprison her with him in the golden city that she cherished for the rest of her life. *I spent half of the spring in this world quietly, sharing the thunder with the delicate flowers. -- 1. 1V1 double body, the female protagonist is one year older than the male protagonist 2. The memory of the heroine's previous life will gradually become clear in her dreams. 3. The female protagonist is sincere in her calculations in the early stage, while the male protagonist is paranoid in his murderous behavior in the later stage, and has character flaws. 4. The label is strong because the character has a growth line Intention: The wild flowers know the strong grass, the true heart knows the true heart