[The next book is written "It is impossible for my wife to draw a sword against me", the copy is below, welcome to add to the collection in advance, thank you ^^]
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Everyone in the capital knows that Xie Changting, the owner of Qianzhong Silk Shop, is a traitor to his father.
Three men died in her two years. But he went higher and higher step by step, and was among the dignitaries. The gold and jade are prosperous, the beauty is piled with smoke, and under the bright skin, no one knows that her hands are full of blood.
If someone asked her about her husband-in-law and two lovers who died unexpectedly, she would just smile and say——
"I am unlucky."
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The heroine's revenge story.
There is CP, which is the general × the evil woman. 1V1, HE.
[The following is the copy of the advance collection of the column "My Madam Will Never Draw a Sword Against Me"]
At the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty, the country was in decline, and heroes rose up to dominate the world.
Caught in the struggle between several big families in a state, Xiao Shen was in an awkward position. He lived in seclusion in the mountains because of the danger to his body.
Unexpectedly, he picked up a wife in this remote mountain with no human habitation for dozens of miles.
Once he heard that the emperor had sent envoys and that the Han Dynasty was expected to revive, Xiao Shen came out of the mountain and began to lay out his own plan.
On the eve of the coup, the only thing he couldn't worry about was his soft and fragrant wife, so he tried his best to pave the way for his wife.
As a result, the next day, he watched with his own eyes as his wife stood up from the corpses on the ground under the bright sun and wiped the blood from her sword.
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Jiang Xue was born to hold a sword.
It is the dog under the emperor's throne, and the sword in the king's hand.
One day after confessing her identity, Xiao Shen asked her: "Everyone says you are the sword of the emperor, so who am I to you?"
She thought for a long time and answered him: "You are my sheath."
A long time later, on the thirteenth year when the wild geese passed the letter to each other, Xiao Shen suddenly understood the meaning of her words.
The sword belongs to the owner, not the scabbard.
——The world is uncertain, and the sword will not be sheathed.
Intention: Heaven moves in good health, and a gentleman strives to constantly strive for self-improvement.
