Since ancient times, beauties have brought disaster. Even though Jiu'er felt that her young master was more trouble than she did, the historians didn't think so.
When the historian commented on the past, when he talked about Miss Luo Jiu, he sighed, "What a sin, what a sin." Speaking of the three months and four to five years he spent with His Highness the Crown Prince, he sighed, "What a bad fate. What a bad fate."
In the stories they heard, the emperor favored her so much that he conquered half the world with one move. It was she who betrayed his affection without knowing what was good for her.
In the years that she could recall, although she had been heartless and had the good fortune to get to know some of the most famous young men in the world, she probably could not be called a spendthrift. She gave her young friendship to Alu and worked side by side with him. The alliance was given to Zi Shuo, the admiration and admiration was given to the young master Fu Sang, but when it came to love, every ounce of heartbeat and confusion in the past, and all the love and hate in this life, they were given to the same person without leaving any room.
She would mutter a hundred lines of "Long Qi, your uncle's" when she dreamed back in the middle of the night. She would not be tired of it, but she would fall silent at the 101th line.
"How could I love you so much?"