After the Rebirth of the Traitorous Wife

Copywriting of this article From a dragster with an embarrassing background, to the wife of a treacherous minister who holds all the power in the world. Yu Lingxin, who struggled every step of the way, was finally exhausted mentally and physically, and closed her eyes with hatred. Who would have thought that when I opened my eyes again, I would be back in my youth's boudoir again. Wait, shouldn't someone start to be sick at this time? Why are you so shameless and can't even get rid of her? Yu Lingxin: Let go! Why do you always touch my hands? Mr. Xun: During those years when I was making tablets, didn't you touch me every day? [In series] - [My dog emperor is reborn] (Previous name: After rebirth, he became the tyrant Bai Yueguang) [Concise copywriting] In the previous life, every time Yan Rouyue complained about Xiao Zheng in her heart, she could not help but quietly scold the dog emperor. He had a big temper, a cruel temper, and could not say nice things well. After his rebirth, Xiao Zheng was still the cold and stern Prince Hui, but why was he so mean to her? Xiao Zheng: Woo woo, woof. Full version copy When she was a queen in her previous life, Yan Rouyue often felt that she and Xiao Zheng were walking side by side in the endless dark night. For a moment, she fell and was in pain and scared, but she could only cry softly. He was injured for a moment, and the wind and frost swords were all raw and bloody, but he refused to cry out in pain or make a sound, and his eyes were still filled with a cruel and stoic light. As a couple, they stumbled and stumbled. Sometimes their hands were held tightly, and sometimes they couldn't hold each other, and even stabbed each other. Before she died of illness in the Zhaoyang Palace, Yan Rouyue's words to Xiao Zheng were, "I can't regret it in this life, and I won't see him in the next life." However, her soul remained in the portrait afterwards, watching Xiao Zheng heartbroken and heartbroken night after night, walking alone until the oil ran out and the lamp ran out, and they were buried together with her portrait in their hearts. Between darkness and light, she opened her eyes again. Long days and clear skies. She went back to her fifteen-year-old age. She had just arrived in the capital and was about to face the layers of calculations. Xiao Zheng also returned to the time when he was still the young king of Hui County. He was a proud man wearing bright clothes and angry horses, domineering and heroic, and flaunting his arrogance. "Arou." He walked towards her again and held out his hand to her under the brilliant bright sun. All the ardor, eagerness, desire, and obsession cannot be concealed, cut off, or stopped. She has been his only light in this life. Pre-received [relying on pampering] #sweetpet+chasing-wife# #+# The day my father and brother were convicted and exiled, Lu Tang has become the biggest joke among the ladies in the capital. "How dare she think of the Eastern Dynasty even though she relied on her beauty before?" "You are not worthy of being a maidservant in the Prince's Mansion now!" Rumors abounded that the always aristocratic Dong Mansion had indeed added a stunning young maid with fair skin, crow-green hair, and a radiant look. As time went by, everyone inside and outside the palace gradually came to know that this person was actually the treasure in the prince's palm, untouchable and untouchable. No one could tell except the man in the East Palace who rarely smiled a few times throughout the year. Until the year when the prince had to choose his concubine, A Tang asked himself to leave the palace. The prince always kept himself to himself, and after a moment of silence he said: "It is good for you to do your duty." However, when the little begonia was really missing from the East Mansion, the prince understood for the first time what it means to not see her for one day, as if it had been three autumns. However, when they met again, Ah Tang refused to come to his side obediently: "Didn't His Highness say that it would be better for me to do my duty better?" The prince still looked so stern, but the heat in his eyes seemed to melt her: "Being proud of your favor is what you deserve." Intention: