Is the king of hell drunk? Um, okay, peach blossom wine or something, it's endlessly intoxicating. Wrong time and space? What can I do? Just let it go. I won't touch this harmful peach blossom wine in the future.
The King of Hell, who was drunk and misjudged Qin Muxuan's fate, secretly informed Qin Xiaozhinan of his past and next lives as compensation.
In his previous life, he was the third son of Zuo Xiangfu. He lived idle and free every day. Well, he looks good~ What! How good is Longyang? I'm going to do it, or is it my brother-in-law? Big. . . Big brother also comes to join in, so chaotic? What a cheat!
What about the next life? Well, yes, this house is big enough, and my father is powerful enough, but my mother seems a little weak. Well, I don't have any brothers or sisters, that's good. Oh, the pretty little maid, haha, what a beauty! But King of Hell, why didn't he see himself? What? You say I'm a woman? This makes me feel so embarrassed for a handsome guy. Forget it, King of Hell, I accept my fate. I really can't accept the transvestite, so I'll just go ahead and go to my previous life. The eldest brother and brother-in-law are so awesome, I will naturally teach them a lesson.
So, when I woke up, the beautiful maid in the mansion and the domineering father were all there? Silently looking at the sky with fingers crossed, the king of hell has tricked him again!
Don't be afraid of the emperor's concubine who is frivolous. . . Don't be afraid of being punished by the emperor. . . I, Qin Muxuan, am a person who wants to take revenge!
Take out my shorthand notebook of the Historian's ultimate move. . . I'll remember. . . I don't believe that writing down your shameless face will not make future generations laugh!
"Qin Muxuan, I want to make a woman the imperial concubine."
Brush brush brush. . . On XX, XX year, the (dog) emperor was dissolute and immoral. He was not satisfied with the 3,000 beauties in his harem, and wanted to make a wild woman of unknown origin as his imperial concubine.
"Qin Muxuan, are you listening to me?"
Brush brush brush. . . On XX, XX, the (dog) emperor was dissolute and immoral, which caused the dragon to be in poor health and suffer from chattering syndrome.
"Qin Muxuan, damn it, I'm going to kill you!"
Brush brush brush. . . On XX day, XX year, the (dog) emperor was dissolute and immoral. . . What rice? Someone finally reluctantly put down the pen in his hand and raised his head with a treacherous smile: "Your Majesty, the historian cannot be killed. These are the rules of the game set by you."
Therefore, fighting with beauties is a waste of time; fighting with emperors is endless fun. . .