For Bai Qizhi, Fuhua Palace is home, and Gu Changqing is the love of his heart. Even if she never felt his love. She has been proud all her life and feels humbled by him.
"I believe that I, Bai Qizhi, have never been sorry to your Gu family! I have been sheltered by my father, the queen and my concubines for ten years, I have been in the Feng clan for three years, and I have worked for the Fuhua Palace for the rest of my life. This is already the case, why do you have to humiliate me like this?"
The unscrupulous doctor Mu Zixi's daily superstition was struck by lightning, and she woke up surrounded by strange clothes. No camera, no director. There are only beautiful men out of the bath. The handsome man opened his thin lips and said, "Get out." "If you tell me to get out, I'll get out? Wouldn't that make me lose face?" "Take it off."
So. . . Just in jail? What about the halo of the heroine? Gu Changluo, right? I must have sex with you!
"Come out, the confinement time is over."
A cold little lolita plug-in? Touch, hug and lift high (??ω??)??. But he was stabbed in various ways by the whisk sword. All the troubles made me question whether I was the heroine.
Under the thousand-year-old sycamore tree, the man gently stroked the strings of the piano, sometimes looking at the sleepy woman beside him. On the sycamore tree, the dragon and phoenix closed their eyes and fell silent.