Emperor's Tribulation: Beauty in the City

Destiny is in vain, life repeats itself, beauties are in the world, and the country is like a song. She was incredibly sick and weak, unwilling to repeat her life; and he, who lived a confused and lonely life, had first arrived in another world that year, accidentally saved his life, and became the only one in his eyes. They met again in the sea of ​​flowers, and they fell in love with each other at one glance. She came closer to him step by step, and it was his sinking without regrets. She said that the only thing she didn't understand in this world was love. He chuckled seductively and carefully weaved a path to pursue his wife. In troubled times, when all the heroes in the world were chasing each other, she looked at the world with a smile and looked at the world with a cold eye. His consistent love of pampering finally gave her a look back with no regrets in exchange for his deep affection. Since then, powerful forces have joined forces to rule the world. Excerpt 1: Reunion in the sea of flowers The peach blossom forest is full of wonderful flowers. Looking at the sea of ​​flowers in front of him, a slight smile appeared on his lips. When did Luoling City have such beautiful scenery? Hu~, the horse barked softly. The flowers are slightly visible, and a woman in white (a girl named Ling'er) turns around with an umbrella in the center of the sea of ​​flowers. Several butterflies are flying around the rotating umbrella: the woman is wearing a white tube top and gauze, with long hair hanging loose. Two strands of hair beside the ears are tied with white silk at the back. There are bangs flowing in front of the forehead. Her stunning face is paired with sky-blue water eyes, which is pure and beautiful. It's her! Fragment two: "Monster, can you be more rogue?" "Ling'er has to promise not to get angry." A certain evildoer and aristocrat sat in a leisurely posture, complementing his outstanding temperament, and leaned over triumphantly. Ling'er closed her eyes and lay quietly in someone's arms. Warm breath came from her neck, and her long and strong hands on her waist tightened slightly. Feng Qingchen looked at the woman who was sleeping lightly with her eyes closed, the corners of her lips raised. But the faint uneasiness in his heart cannot be ignored. Afraid of her disappearance. Excerpt 3: Qiongdao Tears fell down her face one by one like broken pearls, so beautiful and so heart-wrenching. She didn't question or complain, she just looked at her back and cried silently. Feng Qingchen gently wiped Ling'er's tears, her smile was bright, and she could only be heard saying quietly: "You know, she was the first light in my world, giving me a moment of redemption, and by the way, I was reborn." "She was the only one in my world in those years. We were close to each other. Even though life was hard, she would not leave me behind, even if she didn't like me." Blue eyes met the purple eyes filled with distress, and he heard her say: "I don't like blood, and I never have, but in those years of wandering in the darkness, all positions of power were stained with blood. I don't regret it, because she likes that kind of Ling'er, so I did that kind of Ling'er, but in the end it was a joke, and all my innocent jokes were lost." "It's okay! I will be with you from now on." Holding her in his arms and letting her tears soak into his clothes, his spirit had never been so sad. When the truth of the past came to light, all the bitterness rushed over her, and she just wanted to cry in this arms. Fragment four: Recently, the whole country of Fengqing celebrated for three days. Today, Yecheng is decorated with lanterns and colorful decorations everywhere. When asked why, a passerby would smile and say: "Second happiness has come, the emperor has ascended the throne." Passerby B: "Are you wondering whether our prince has long vowed not to proclaim himself emperor if he cannot marry Princess Ling'er?" Passerby C: "So the second joy is that our Fengqing country has an emperor and empress." This article is purely my own creation. Any similarity with others is purely coincidental.