Robbery of the Beauty and the Crown Prince

[End of text❤️Short story with 10,000 words] [Demining: Gou Xuexiang, the main text is a first-person memoir of the deceased wife, and they officially fell in love after rebirth] Zhao Zui was bound to a system that told him since he was a child that he would become the emperor. But he wasn't interested in that. He was interested in someone else. The man personally took him out from under the dilapidated Buddhist niche in the cold palace and kept him warmly among the heaps of gold and jade. He is gentle, kind, and beautiful, just like an immortal who fell from heaven and fell to earth, covered in gravel in the dust. This sand and gravel can't be thrown away, it can't be shaken off, and it grows when it meets water. It makes the immortal covered in mud and dust, and he can never fly back to the sky. - His brother, the prince, is very good, so he doesn't want the throne that belongs to his brother at all. Unfortunately, my brother died on the eve of his accession to the throne. That night was the time when Zhao Zhen sent someone away from the East Palace in person. He also regretted countless times why he didn't ask for one more kiss. As a result, the walls of the palace were filled with cold paintings and he could no longer find any warmth from that person. In order to take revenge, Zhao Zui was forced to surrender to the system. He pretended to be weak, fought for power, and became the executor of the plot machine... Step by step he climbed to a high position and created a prosperous age. ——But one day he woke up from a dream and jumped off the tower. Brother, I have come to sacrifice my life for you with my free body. * Zhao Zhen was reborn and returned to before everything started. The ignorant child who had just recovered from the fever cried and threw himself into the arms of his beloved prince brother. He grabbed his collar tightly and refused to let go. Taking advantage of his age, he clumsily pressed his cheek against his. The nephrite is warm and fragrant, the beauty is young, and the wandering heart finally returns to its hometown. He came for his brother, and the immortal who was destined to haunt him all his life fell down and fell into his arms. Highlight-> 1. First person, still crazy man x beauty 2. The previous life takes up most of the space, and the extra chapters about having sex after rebirth are concentrated 3. A brainless short story written by two people, don't delve into the logic --The continuation of the short story "After Robbery of the Beautiful Senior Brother" -- [Demining: bloody! ! The opening attack is really annoying! In the later stage, if you only learn the truth but do not recover your memory, you will be jealous of "yourself". You Huai is extremely talented, but unexpectedly, he was put down as soon as he entered the school. The frail and sickly beauty who was well-known in the immortal sect fainted in front of everyone during his apprenticeship ceremony. No one paid attention to his cup of apprenticeship tea that had not yet been delivered, and rushed to send the unconscious figure back to the back mountain for treatment. Not only that, he was also suspected of being invaded by evil spirits and was held in front of a sky-gazing mirror to reflect on his past and present lives. ——What a shame! - Even though he disliked Wen Chu, everyone in the mountain loved Wen Chu. They also forced him to take personal care of the sick beauty because his cultivation was relatively low and he stayed at the mountain gate. You Huai swallowed his anger, but Wen Chu didn't realize it either. Every day, she would either instruct him to use her zhenqi to clear her meridians, or step on his chest to warm her feet in the middle of the night... She couldn't say anything or scold him. She would lean on the couch sickly and cry out in pain when she disagreed. If she got more excited, her dark pupils would turn up, and she would fall into a coma. Even though he had eaten so many treasures from heaven and earth, his face was still white and bloodless, like a piece of ice that could not keep warm all year round, or a thin snow that melted and disappeared. - At the beginning of spring, Wen Chu insisted on pestering You Huai to take him down the mountain to play. The climate in the world was cold, the bed was freezing in the middle of the night, and the sick beauty burrowed into his arms like ice cubes, and even called him "good junior brother" softly. After shouting several times, no one answered, and suddenly there was no sound. After Youhuai counted ten, he couldn't help but open his eyes and looked, only to see him huddled up on the couch, covering his heart, with only one hand outside, grasping the corner of Youhuai's clothes as weakly as a cat. The hand was thin and jagged, as if it would break with just a slight bend. ——But it happened to rip out a piece of his heart. Highlight: 1. The original intention of dog-blood literature is to try to do hate literature. It is not suitable for control by any party. Even ordinary readers should consider their acceptance level; 2. A short story without logic, everything is for the sake of play, and young lovers are willing to fight and suffer; 3. I will definitely write a sweet QAQ in my next book. I feel a bit unsure... Intention: The bright moon hangs high and shines on me alone