Jiuzhi, the daughter of the city lord of Yinsu Mountain City, has an unparalleled beauty, as bright as the bright moon.
The neighboring country Dongnu heard about it and wanted to marry King Ling.
Seeing the wedding coming soon, Jiu Zhi suddenly discovered that Prince Ling, who kept saying that he was the one who had to marry her, had already hidden his beauty in a golden house and was telling lies.
After learning the truth, she calmly rejected the marriage and turned to marry His Highness Longchuan Second Prince Jie Wuyou.
His Highness, the Second Highness, was elegant in his snow-covered robes and shining brightly. He seemed to be harmless to humans and animals, but in fact, he was making every move, eating her up and wiping her clean without anyone noticing.
The nephrite jade is warm and fragrant, and when she is turned upside down, I wish I could hold her in my heart and feel pain.
Everyone said that Jiuzhi was deceived by sweet words. No matter how good Jie Wuyou was, he was still a down-and-out prince who could never compare to the powerful Prince Ling.
Therefore, he decided to kill and aspire for imperial power. With the mountains and rivers as betrothal and the sun and moon as gifts, I promise her a lifetime of honor and favor.
——The sensuality and indulgence are just to cover up the heart that has loved you for a long time.
※This is all based on speculation, do not conduct any research, there are many private installations.
The next book is openYou can't escape from my palm
***Copywriting***
In the last years of Yuanding, there were storms in all directions and the situation was turbulent.
Princess Xiaoyue of Suining was born with a beautiful appearance, but she became a victim of palace fighting. A hexagram of the Liangyi Bureau caused her father to order her to be imprisoned in Zhaiyue Platform on the outskirts of the city, where she would die alone and would not be able to leave in this life.
·
One night, heavy rain poured down, almost destroying the entire city.
Xiaoyue was sitting in the attic and heard the sound of cavalry riding horses in the distance. It was the King of Yu who was returning from a great victory over the Yi people and passed by Zhaiyue Platform.
The autumn wind rustled. Xiaoyue knelt at his feet wearing a semi-transparent shark gauze dress. Her clothes were half-undressed and her temples were loose. She humbled herself into the dust, "Yue'er has nothing but her sincerity to dedicate to the prince."
The man sat on the couch, elegant and dignified, with a murderous look on his brows, and said condescendingly: "Are you the bastard that Concubine Ying gave birth to with a lowly slave in order to compete for her favor?"
"... Yes." In order to leave, Xiaoyue admitted it all, meekly removed his armor and clothes, and allowed him to be manipulated.
·
The following year, the new emperor ascended the throne.
Xiaoyue finally got rid of her identity as a princess and fled Kyoto. In one month, she will marry the young master of the lord of Jushui City.
On her wedding night, she was wearing a wedding dress, waiting with great anticipation for her gentle and jade-like husband to lift her hijab for her.
The door to the new house was closed, and the man walked slowly over.
The wind blew out the swaying red candle, and she heard a familiar voice in the darkness, calling her former title.
"Suining, you can't escape from my grasp."
Intention: Even in adversity, still live toward the sun
Reader comments
Sisters, there is probably something wrong with this review. You can go to bcy (typing the name jj may block it. Go to Baidu and type these letters. The first website that comes out is) and search for Chi Ling. You will see that the number 2333 behind it comes from a crane that found food by itself.
Go, go, go! ! ! ! ! !
I'm a little scared... I comforted myself by retelling what Dada said before that Cheng Si would be fine.
Xiaoqing: Sister, I was kind to me in my previous life, and he also liked me. Should I repay the kindness...
Bai Suzhen suddenly interrupted and pulled out Bai Yi Sword: "Whoever says that you have a favor must give it your own life. Xiao Qing must not be deceived by a pretty boy."
Xiaoqing: What about Xu Xian?
Bai Suzhen:. . . Humans and monsters have different paths, and cross-species love will not last long. The same goes for you and Zhang Yutang. We can always be together.
Xiaoqing: Oh~
Xu Xian&Yizhi: ........
I've been waiting for you for almost a year, why haven't you come back yet? (╥╥)
My mom! Moved so much that I want to cry
Love is the endless rain in my heart
Su Zizhan sneezed
It's very beautiful. Come on, I hope you can see more of it. [Come on] It feels like I've found a potential stock. [Milk tea] [Kiss]
Great, great, great. I was finally released [Fireworks][Fireworks][Fireworks]
Very well written! Like!
Congratulations on the completion~Spread flowers?
Madam, take a good rest and adjust your schedule~
The plot is too developed, please be more normal.
Thank you for your persistence. I really like this kind of mutual redemption article.
The suffering in the world is always so helpless, but luckily we still have each other. Thank you for giving us great stories, and thank you for making each other warm. Regrets are too uncomfortable. For the sake of so-called growth, I would rather not have these regrets. It is not the so-called tragedy that is impressive. The light and profound behind it is not for the sublimation of reading a book. The person involved cannot understand the heavy sadness.
The type of writing I like seems weird. . . |||, Because I like to read romance novels. When I was in college, I would skip meals on weekends and just lie in bed and read all day. I probably read all the books by celebrities (romance novels) at that time. However, everyone read Aunt Qiong's book, but I didn't read it. I only read the relatively classic "Autumn Song". Then I like to read the writings of authors like Xu Zhimo, San Mao, and Zhang Ailing who are unruly and casual, and I also like the writings of Lu Xun, Mark Twain, and O. Henry, who are stubborn and upright uncles. So every time I go to borrow a book, the aunt in the library (the nickname we give this rigorous teacher) will look at me with strange eyes, and she seems to have noticed this person's weirdness. . . |||
Some people say that women who read romance novels will always go to two extremes. One is that they think the male protagonist is handsome and then become a nymphomaniac looking for him everywhere; the other is that they think the male protagonist in the novel does not exist and lose interest in boys. I think I'm the second type.
No matter what kind of plot I read in the novel, I will be fully engaged while reading it and quickly withdraw after reading it.
Not a word left, not a word spoken. The magnificent events in the novel turned into a fleeting cloud in a blink of an eye. Then it slowly passed away with the flowing water.
I once thought that I was a woman who loved vigorous drama, the heart-wrenching love of the male and female protagonists, and the persistence of abandoning everything after falling in love. I naturally liked it. But I also know that's untrue.
I don't know why I read this novel. I just saw that many people recommended it, so I read it.
We will meet 8,263,563 people in our lifetime, will greet 39,778 people, and will be familiar with 3,619 people. I will get close to two hundred and seventy-five people, but in the end, I will be lost in the sea of people. There is never forever in life, only separation.
But I always believe that we will meet again, those who are deeply in love with us. Everyone has an eternity in their heart, but they don't know where eternity is.
There are tens of millions of people in the world, but only a part of them believe in love; there are millions of people who believe in love, but only a part of them can find the person they truly love; there are millions of people who can find true love, but how many of them can persist in staying together?
There are tens of millions of people in the world, but only a part of them believe in love; there are millions of people who believe in love, but only a part of them can find the person they truly love; there are millions of people who can find true love, but how many of them can persist in staying together?
Why the silence? Are you speechless, are your words unreflective, or are you holding on to tears and unable to speak? When a fragment in the world is looking for the other, it may make a noise, call, or issue a missing person notice, but when it finds another fragment, it becomes silent. A complete individual does not need gorgeous words to praise or mathematical analysis to study logic, because it is complete in itself, and no more can be added or left over. It is a saturated state of satisfaction.
There are too many regrets in life, and you may not be able to pursue perfection, but believing in your own beliefs and cherishing what you have is the most satisfying life.
Nowadays, too many thoughts have accumulated and I no longer have the strength to bear and wait, so I finally put pen to paper. The so-called warmth I know is a kind of love that flows slowly, fresh and simple.
I'm covering my face, it's my first time to write a long review, maybe it's not very good, so I'll just make do with it~~= =|||Trypos will be investigated~~
"That" is a big thorn in the side of the author~
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Sisters, there is probably something wrong with this review. You can go to bcy (typing the name jj may block it. Go to Baidu and type these letters. The first website that comes out is) and search for Chi Ling. You will see that the number 2333 behind it comes from a crane that found food by itself.
Go, go, go! ! ! ! ! !
I'm a little scared... I comforted myself by retelling what Dada said before that Cheng Si would be fine.
Xiaoqing: Sister, I was kind to me in my previous life, and he also liked me. Should I repay the kindness... Bai Suzhen suddenly interrupted and pulled out Bai Yi Sword: "Whoever says that you have a favor must give it your own life. Xiao Qing must not be deceived by a pretty boy." Xiaoqing: What about Xu Xian? Bai Suzhen:. . . Humans and monsters have different paths, and cross-species love will not last long. The same goes for you and Zhang Yutang. We can always be together. Xiaoqing: Oh~ Xu Xian&Yizhi: ........
I've been waiting for you for almost a year, why haven't you come back yet? (╥╥)
My mom! Moved so much that I want to cry
Love is the endless rain in my heart
Su Zizhan sneezed
It's very beautiful. Come on, I hope you can see more of it. [Come on] It feels like I've found a potential stock. [Milk tea] [Kiss]
Great, great, great. I was finally released [Fireworks][Fireworks][Fireworks]
Very well written! Like!
Congratulations on the completion~Spread flowers?
Madam, take a good rest and adjust your schedule~
The plot is too developed, please be more normal.
Thank you for your persistence. I really like this kind of mutual redemption article. The suffering in the world is always so helpless, but luckily we still have each other. Thank you for giving us great stories, and thank you for making each other warm. Regrets are too uncomfortable. For the sake of so-called growth, I would rather not have these regrets. It is not the so-called tragedy that is impressive. The light and profound behind it is not for the sublimation of reading a book. The person involved cannot understand the heavy sadness.
The type of writing I like seems weird. . . |||, Because I like to read romance novels. When I was in college, I would skip meals on weekends and just lie in bed and read all day. I probably read all the books by celebrities (romance novels) at that time. However, everyone read Aunt Qiong's book, but I didn't read it. I only read the relatively classic "Autumn Song". Then I like to read the writings of authors like Xu Zhimo, San Mao, and Zhang Ailing who are unruly and casual, and I also like the writings of Lu Xun, Mark Twain, and O. Henry, who are stubborn and upright uncles. So every time I go to borrow a book, the aunt in the library (the nickname we give this rigorous teacher) will look at me with strange eyes, and she seems to have noticed this person's weirdness. . . ||| Some people say that women who read romance novels will always go to two extremes. One is that they think the male protagonist is handsome and then become a nymphomaniac looking for him everywhere; the other is that they think the male protagonist in the novel does not exist and lose interest in boys. I think I'm the second type. No matter what kind of plot I read in the novel, I will be fully engaged while reading it and quickly withdraw after reading it. Not a word left, not a word spoken. The magnificent events in the novel turned into a fleeting cloud in a blink of an eye. Then it slowly passed away with the flowing water. I once thought that I was a woman who loved vigorous drama, the heart-wrenching love of the male and female protagonists, and the persistence of abandoning everything after falling in love. I naturally liked it. But I also know that's untrue. I don't know why I read this novel. I just saw that many people recommended it, so I read it. We will meet 8,263,563 people in our lifetime, will greet 39,778 people, and will be familiar with 3,619 people. I will get close to two hundred and seventy-five people, but in the end, I will be lost in the sea of people. There is never forever in life, only separation. But I always believe that we will meet again, those who are deeply in love with us. Everyone has an eternity in their heart, but they don't know where eternity is. There are tens of millions of people in the world, but only a part of them believe in love; there are millions of people who believe in love, but only a part of them can find the person they truly love; there are millions of people who can find true love, but how many of them can persist in staying together? There are tens of millions of people in the world, but only a part of them believe in love; there are millions of people who believe in love, but only a part of them can find the person they truly love; there are millions of people who can find true love, but how many of them can persist in staying together? Why the silence? Are you speechless, are your words unreflective, or are you holding on to tears and unable to speak? When a fragment in the world is looking for the other, it may make a noise, call, or issue a missing person notice, but when it finds another fragment, it becomes silent. A complete individual does not need gorgeous words to praise or mathematical analysis to study logic, because it is complete in itself, and no more can be added or left over. It is a saturated state of satisfaction. There are too many regrets in life, and you may not be able to pursue perfection, but believing in your own beliefs and cherishing what you have is the most satisfying life. Nowadays, too many thoughts have accumulated and I no longer have the strength to bear and wait, so I finally put pen to paper. The so-called warmth I know is a kind of love that flows slowly, fresh and simple. I'm covering my face, it's my first time to write a long review, maybe it's not very good, so I'll just make do with it~~= =|||Trypos will be investigated~~
"That" is a big thorn in the side of the author~ able
Very good! Waiting for you~
Do you have more copies now? I want them.
The author greatly begs you to update it.
Troubled little whale
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