After being pierced by the bomb, there was a continuous pursuit, and he was the only one left beside him.
So she, who was a sniper in her previous life, took off her red makeup and started dressing up as a man.
From Yanqi to Langsu and then to Xicang, she worked step by step, crossed the border, entered the academy, and became the youngest prime minister in history. She enjoys fighting against princes, controlling floods, opening restaurants, selling tobacco, and conquering the country.
In the end, who confused whose eyes and who confused whose heart?
He was the handsome young man who had been with her from the moment she woke up, swore to protect her to the death, and harbored hatred for her in his heart.
Or the romantic dean who gave her the favor of the city gate, accepted her into the academy, met her in the court, whose identity was a mystery but changed the trajectory of her life,
Or the young emperor who was sitting firmly in the high hall, his mind as deep as the sea, full of joy and anger, but he had a different look when he faced her.
Or is he a seemingly innocent feline boy who follows behind her like a cat, wagging his tail when given a fish bone, and deceiving the world with his innocent big eyes?
Still standing steadily behind her, using his strong and strong body to block the wind and snow for her, the young general with a wheat-colored skin who has experienced bloody battles on the battlefield, but has a delicate mind,
There is still a blood feud with her, which can only be out of reach in this life. Prince Yanqi can't hide his lonely temperament with a good face.
She was still the same Xicang priest who was as gentle as jade, with a bare hand that could use all the strange poisons and medicines in the world, and could kill anyone in the world, but he was reluctant to hurt her.
But later everyone discovered that "he" was "she", and how to deal with the irrevocable feelings. .
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Big brother (sister), doesn't Conan like Lan? Why do you say you like Ai again?
Too. . . . . . . . . . . . .
You can also see the soul of mourning. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
................................................................. Big brother (sister), doesn't Conan like Lan? Why do you say you like Ai again? Too. . . . . . . . . . . . . You can also see the soul of mourning. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .