I Don't Know Spring

It's a sloppy writing, very mushy, haha, I don't recommend it. —————— Copywriting of this article: A certain prince, who was twenty-five years old, had no main concubine, no side concubine, and no intercourse. It was rumored that he was as graceful as a spring moon willow, but unfortunately he doted on a young boy who was slowly blooming like a flower. The two had a deep love for each other. This made everyone hate him, and ghosts hated him. Shen's eldest daughter, Mang Hui, avoided him for fear of falling into the cold palace of the prince's palace. As soon as he capsized, the emperor dragged her into the water with the imperial edict of marriage. Menghui had no choice but to worry. He had a male favorite. What was he afraid of? Until she saw a certain male favorite pull out a beating heart from the assassin's body with a wave of a jade-bone Xizi heart-holding folding fan. Fortunately, she didn't try to trick him, otherwise, what was waiting for her, alas, was the Dao of Yama. Fortunately, things turned around in the end, and she finally found the right couple for the rest of her life. Apart from her and him, there was no third person beside the pillow. Pre-collection of favorite ancient Chinese novels: "Xiao Jiao Ge" Pre-collection of ancient Machiavellian essays: "The Imperial Uncles of Three Dynasties" Intention: