The stupid and sweet emperor Shang Ziqi worked hard in his previous life and wanted to become a wise king. Unexpectedly, he was hacked to death by the rebels in less than a year after taking power.
Shang Ziqi raised his middle finger to the sky: If I am given another chance, I will definitely become a coward, kill the traitorous ministers, sit in the harem, hug both sides, and become the winner of ginseng!
Heaven: Haha
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The courtiers all knew that their Majesty was ill and refused to take medicine.
Shang Ziqi, male, weak in age, professional emperor, loves beauties
It is said that Miss Lanxi, who was greeted by red sleeves, was beautiful and beautiful, and her piano skills were stunning.
Shang Ziqi: Beauty, here I come
It is said that a daughter of the Wu family in the south of the Yangtze River grew up, was beautiful and peaceful, and had great poetic talent.
Shang Ziqi: Beauty, here I come
It is said that Su Huaiyu, the magistrate of the Imperial Hospital, was able to rejuvenate with his wonderful skills. He looked like a god and could charm the whole city with his smile.
Shang Ziqi: Beauty, I... Will not date you
Su Huaiyu held the medicine jar in his hand, and his smile was covered by the sun and the moon, which made someone feel cold behind his back: Why are you running? Come back
Shang Ziqi wants to cry but has no tears
No one told him that the beauty is gay?
Bingshan's arrogant and beautiful imperial doctor attacked the former beggar and scoundrel and was reborn, pretending to be crazy and selling himself to the stupid emperor.
This article is also called "The Waste Emperor Has Much Joy". It is the story of a rogue emperor who pretends to be stupid and flirts with her, then runs away and is eaten to death by a beauty.
Note: Silly Bai Su Susu, textual research is dead, if you have something to do, burn paper
Although they are strong, the two male protagonists are both growth-oriented and will not slap evil forces in the face as soon as they get started hahh
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Reader comments
Seeing everyone scolding the male protagonist and supporting actor, I feel a little better. The ending is too hasty. There should be more extra episodes, or a fifty-chapter rebirth story, but this is all the readers' opinions. In reality, there is no chance of overthrowing it and starting over. The reality is very cruel, so I come to construct my own thoughts in the novel.
Just use mung bean soup to make popsicles. It is easy to prepare and delicious.
Wuhu, unexpectedly updated
In fact, Xiao Song's love for the male protagonist may not necessarily mean that he really likes the flower cake. I can see the foreshadowing. I want to say when it will be completely revealed to make the fire burn more fiercely. My wife is great, come on!
Come on, come on, come on＾0＾~ I want to see mice and cats talking about love, so let's talk about love more.
Give yourself a thumbs up for your hard work
Uh-huh, I feel sorry for Xiao Zhujian
(In first person)
Prosperous season:
Tagore said: The furthest distance in the world
It's not the distance between life and death
But I stand in front of you and you don't know that I love you
The farthest distance in the world
It's not me standing in front of you, you don't know that I love you
But love to the point of obsession but can't say I love you
The farthest distance in the world
No, I can't say I love you
But I miss you so much that my heart aches, but I can only bury it deep in my heart
One light-year distance is our current distance
The distance of one light year is the distance between life and death
The distance of one light year is the distance when I watch you and others happy and laughing.
The distance of one light year is the distance that makes me look at you by your side but feel sad and unable to get close to you.
It's not that I haven't resisted, it's not that I haven't tried hard, it's just that I'm really... Powerless.
Once the string of fate is short, no matter how hard you try, you can't pick it up. Even stupid self-deception is no longer possible. Who should quit?
I heard from afar that the Bell and Drum Towers were melodious.
The lights are half-lit, wandering alone, confused
There are clouds in the sky, nothing can be done about it, and my soul is hurt.
The singing voice is hoarse and I can't hold it, the strings of the piano
No, no, no one should
Not far, not far, no one wants to
However, because of my heart, I am willing to lock him up for the rest of his life.
However, because of my heart, I am willing to feel sad for caring about him all my life.
However, because of my heart, I am willing to live my life without regrets for him.
The injection of emotion adds gorgeous movement to all the music, but it also seems too desolate.
The saddest thing in this world is that you love others in your own way.
In the end, he burned himself to death in the immortal fire of red lotus karma.
Your face, my strings, who is whispering in your ears?
Who can face the trap full of thorns and walk calmly?
Who can smile lightly in the face of the stigma of death and decay?
Who can face the teasing and injustice of fate willingly?
Perhaps, concealment has become another kind of responsibility
The moment of tenderness he gave me was something that the sun could not give me. But all that tenderness passed through me and was given to another woman.
Looking southeast, there is a phoenix singing for the phoenix.
But ironically, "Remembering Old Friends" was perfected.
There is nothing to blame. If everything can go as expected and everything can be controlled as expected, then who will listen to the eternal song?
Precisely because of being helpless again and again, I am afraid that a boat on the Shuangxi River cannot carry many sorrows. It makes people think deeply and remember it.
The beauty on the surface is nothing more than a mirror, but in fact, the inside has begun to rot from the bottom, turning from low to dust.
Looking back, it's been a hundred years. After all, I can't do that delicate fragrance like cherry blossoms, nostalgic nostalgia, and quiet farewell.
I can only become indifferent, stroking the strings under the dimly shining moon.
A simple song of mourning:
Looking for a landscape that can light up life.
The old paintings in the dust, if the actor looks like them, he will live a lifetime.
The moment I look back, I fall deeply into the drama
The moment he turned around, he slowly sank
Forced indoctrination of ideas, like lead, firmly anchors the lonely world in which one lives.
In the end, which is more painful, never waking up from a dream or never dreaming?
Three thousand worlds are nothing but empty prosperity.
After all, people cannot escape death, and time is also the ultimate law of the ancient world.
After all, my face has aged and my hair has turned gray.
However, in the cage you built for yourself, you are the law of everything.
I gritted my teeth and drew the clear line of decomposition. I shook my head and smiled bitterly, but I still couldn't find the courage to struggle.
The so-called happiness is also empty talk
It's Zhouzhuang Mengdie
Is the lover's devil
I use my past to weave the capital of my love for you, and use my inadvertent cry to cast a glimpse of you. I have been there quietly, waiting for you to discover, and are you stupid or sensible?
I heard that taking the wrong path will end everything. So why would you become your prisoner if it was a combination of Yin and Yang? Then... I discovered that, in fact, parting was just around the corner.
That drop of tear is the last testimony.
The seasons we spent together, the umbrellas we held together, the tunes we played together, and the breeze that blew together are still vivid in our minds.
The white beards flying all over the sky, even though they are not far from each other, still can't even convey their thoughts to you.
Can the darkness recede by not moving:
In memory, who is silently counting the tenderness on whose fingers?
In memory, who gently comforted whom with unchanging tenderness?
In the memory, who listened slightly and received the warmth?
I don't want to, I don't want to just look at you, but it seems like half a century has passed.
A person's life is always waiting for something to arrive
And I am waiting for you.
Because of my waiting, even some of the beliefs in my heart have changed.
Because of waiting, I am used to remembering the past
Because of waiting, it starts with looking for sustenance
In the end, what can be found?
In the end, what can you see?
The helpless thing is - the flowers are the same every year, but the people are different every year.
A broken string cannot be reattached seamlessly.
I can't go to tomorrow, I can't start over
Because the price of moving toward tomorrow is not to give up the past, but not to be trapped by the past.
The petals rise and fall with the wind, and the rustling of the leaves accompanies the sound of my piano, meaningless thinking - what is the heart?
Jealousy because of its existence
Because of its existence, it swallows
Because of its existence, snatch
Because of its existence, it is arrogant
Because of its existence, it is lazy
Angry because of its existence
Because of its existence,
Want everything from you.
(This is the first paragraph of a long review of chapters 1 to 7. There are two more paragraphs waiting for you to finish!)
I turned to this article which has not been updated for two months_(:з∠)_
Seeing everyone scolding the male protagonist and supporting actor, I feel a little better. The ending is too hasty. There should be more extra episodes, or a fifty-chapter rebirth story, but this is all the readers' opinions. In reality, there is no chance of overthrowing it and starting over. The reality is very cruel, so I come to construct my own thoughts in the novel.
Just use mung bean soup to make popsicles. It is easy to prepare and delicious.
Wuhu, unexpectedly updated
In fact, Xiao Song's love for the male protagonist may not necessarily mean that he really likes the flower cake. I can see the foreshadowing. I want to say when it will be completely revealed to make the fire burn more fiercely. My wife is great, come on!
Come on, come on, come on＾0＾~ I want to see mice and cats talking about love, so let's talk about love more.
Give yourself a thumbs up for your hard work
Uh-huh, I feel sorry for Xiao Zhujian
(In first person) Prosperous season: Tagore said: The furthest distance in the world It's not the distance between life and death But I stand in front of you and you don't know that I love you The farthest distance in the world It's not me standing in front of you, you don't know that I love you But love to the point of obsession but can't say I love you The farthest distance in the world No, I can't say I love you But I miss you so much that my heart aches, but I can only bury it deep in my heart One light-year distance is our current distance The distance of one light year is the distance between life and death The distance of one light year is the distance when I watch you and others happy and laughing. The distance of one light year is the distance that makes me look at you by your side but feel sad and unable to get close to you. It's not that I haven't resisted, it's not that I haven't tried hard, it's just that I'm really... Powerless. Once the string of fate is short, no matter how hard you try, you can't pick it up. Even stupid self-deception is no longer possible. Who should quit? I heard from afar that the Bell and Drum Towers were melodious. The lights are half-lit, wandering alone, confused There are clouds in the sky, nothing can be done about it, and my soul is hurt. The singing voice is hoarse and I can't hold it, the strings of the piano No, no, no one should Not far, not far, no one wants to However, because of my heart, I am willing to lock him up for the rest of his life. However, because of my heart, I am willing to feel sad for caring about him all my life. However, because of my heart, I am willing to live my life without regrets for him. The injection of emotion adds gorgeous movement to all the music, but it also seems too desolate. The saddest thing in this world is that you love others in your own way. In the end, he burned himself to death in the immortal fire of red lotus karma. Your face, my strings, who is whispering in your ears? Who can face the trap full of thorns and walk calmly? Who can smile lightly in the face of the stigma of death and decay? Who can face the teasing and injustice of fate willingly? Perhaps, concealment has become another kind of responsibility The moment of tenderness he gave me was something that the sun could not give me. But all that tenderness passed through me and was given to another woman. Looking southeast, there is a phoenix singing for the phoenix. But ironically, "Remembering Old Friends" was perfected. There is nothing to blame. If everything can go as expected and everything can be controlled as expected, then who will listen to the eternal song? Precisely because of being helpless again and again, I am afraid that a boat on the Shuangxi River cannot carry many sorrows. It makes people think deeply and remember it. The beauty on the surface is nothing more than a mirror, but in fact, the inside has begun to rot from the bottom, turning from low to dust. Looking back, it's been a hundred years. After all, I can't do that delicate fragrance like cherry blossoms, nostalgic nostalgia, and quiet farewell. I can only become indifferent, stroking the strings under the dimly shining moon. A simple song of mourning: Looking for a landscape that can light up life. The old paintings in the dust, if the actor looks like them, he will live a lifetime. The moment I look back, I fall deeply into the drama The moment he turned around, he slowly sank Forced indoctrination of ideas, like lead, firmly anchors the lonely world in which one lives. In the end, which is more painful, never waking up from a dream or never dreaming? Three thousand worlds are nothing but empty prosperity. After all, people cannot escape death, and time is also the ultimate law of the ancient world. After all, my face has aged and my hair has turned gray. However, in the cage you built for yourself, you are the law of everything. I gritted my teeth and drew the clear line of decomposition. I shook my head and smiled bitterly, but I still couldn't find the courage to struggle. The so-called happiness is also empty talk It's Zhouzhuang Mengdie Is the lover's devil I use my past to weave the capital of my love for you, and use my inadvertent cry to cast a glimpse of you. I have been there quietly, waiting for you to discover, and are you stupid or sensible? I heard that taking the wrong path will end everything. So why would you become your prisoner if it was a combination of Yin and Yang? Then... I discovered that, in fact, parting was just around the corner. That drop of tear is the last testimony. The seasons we spent together, the umbrellas we held together, the tunes we played together, and the breeze that blew together are still vivid in our minds. The white beards flying all over the sky, even though they are not far from each other, still can't even convey their thoughts to you. Can the darkness recede by not moving: In memory, who is silently counting the tenderness on whose fingers? In memory, who gently comforted whom with unchanging tenderness? In the memory, who listened slightly and received the warmth? I don't want to, I don't want to just look at you, but it seems like half a century has passed. A person's life is always waiting for something to arrive And I am waiting for you. Because of my waiting, even some of the beliefs in my heart have changed. Because of waiting, I am used to remembering the past Because of waiting, it starts with looking for sustenance In the end, what can be found? In the end, what can you see? The helpless thing is - the flowers are the same every year, but the people are different every year. A broken string cannot be reattached seamlessly. I can't go to tomorrow, I can't start over Because the price of moving toward tomorrow is not to give up the past, but not to be trapped by the past. The petals rise and fall with the wind, and the rustling of the leaves accompanies the sound of my piano, meaningless thinking - what is the heart? Jealousy because of its existence Because of its existence, it swallows Because of its existence, snatch Because of its existence, it is arrogant Because of its existence, it is lazy Angry because of its existence Because of its existence, Want everything from you. (This is the first paragraph of a long review of chapters 1 to 7. There are two more paragraphs waiting for you to finish!)
I turned to this article which has not been updated for two months_(:з∠)_