Women Disguise as Men: the Beauty of the Golden Age

In the era of chaos, stare at the vastness of the universe. The battlefield is beacon fire, filled with gunpowder smoke, eyes sneered, hands caressing the Qiang Xiao. Thousands of troops are on the side, their murderous intent is like the wind, their iron cavalry is fierce, and their murderous intent is as fierce as a thunderbolt. It has not changed in a thousand years, and it is like a green pine before my eyes. The armor is stained with blood, and he laughs wildly and kills. Standing at the top, the world is in the palm of your hand. The wind and sand in the palace are no match for a warm and picturesque song. I raise my head and drink the wine of blood and tears, the war is like an old sorrow. The killing is heavy, but the smile is like the spring breeze. Amidst the random arrows, tenderness became stronger, and among the fierce fire, someone's eyebrows relaxed slightly, playing the song "Cloud Flower Face". Who is it, outside the fire, crying bitterly? When the army approaches the city, whose gun is dyed red? How can one be always victorious and invincible? How can there be an endless song? ```````````` When I was dying, he spent all his spiritual power in exchange for my reincarnation... No, it was to seize the body, which means to seize the residence of other people's souls. The person who seizes the body will inherit all the memories and even the feelings of the original person... `````````````````` He stared, the hem of a long gown that looked like dark jade fell to the ground, his pale face had a slightly sick look, he coughed and gasped: "Are you the person chosen by the Moon Lord? Okay... Ahem, you will stay with me and be my guard until the Moon Lord wakes up." `````````````````` Starry eyes were bright, the moonlight was deep, and his brocade-like hair was hanging down. He leaned lazily and elegantly on the holy feather chair, lightly opened his thin lips, and said softly: "Master Duan, I admire you." `````````````````` She grabbed his collar tightly, with a strange light shining in her eyes, "As long as you are willing, Dali Kingdom and this world will be yours in the future! When I sit on the throne, everything in this world will be in the palm of our hands? What else are you dissatisfied with?" He shouted heartbreakingly, and the heavy chains were pulled loudly, "Sister! I don't want the world, I only want you, I only want you..." `````````````````` "Since my resurrection, I have been thinking about one thing. In this life..." Mingyue Sang's eyes flashed slightly, as bright as the bright moon, "Rong'er, are you willing to be my queen?" `````````````````` She took the body of the Princess of Dali and became the inferior of one person and superior to ten thousand people. Dali was destroyed. She was resurrected as the master of her previous life and became the consort of the Ming family in the royal family of the Central Plains. She rebelled against the palace and seized the throne. She was criticized by thousands of people and despised by thousands of people! When Dali regained its kingdom, Duan Yunrong replaced his biological brother, disguised himself as a man and transformed into the prince of Dali, vowing to seize his throne. How should she face the struggle for power and throne in troubled Qingqiu nights? In front of the beacon tower, there are dancing wolves and smoke, gold and iron horses, and corpses wrapped in horse leather. Looking down at the vast land, who is in charge? The wave has not yet been extinguished, but the flames of war are rising again. How will the world be in turmoil? The first six chapters of this article are written in the first person, and the rest are described from the third person God's perspective. The heroine in this article has an extremely dark heart and a rather vicious style. It's not a time-travel novel, it's not Danmei (it feels similar to Danmei). This article is slow-heating, not NP, not YY. If you want to do YY, take a detour. The original name is hereby changed.