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Everyone in Linzhou's family knew that there was a cousin named A'luo living in the Xiao Mansion. She was already bright and charming, with unparalleled beauty, and Mrs. Xiao was very fond of her. He was planning to marry her to the second son of his family's Yushu Zhilan.
A talented man and a beautiful woman, a match made in heaven.
Only the dignified and arrogant Xiao Sanlang sneered: This girl is clever with her words and is not a good match.
When the words reached A Luo's ears, her willow-leaf-like eyes were filled with mist, and she lowered her head and smiled and said, "It's okay."
The beauty shed tears, crushing the tender intestines of everyone.
But no one knew that in the dim hut of Huxin Tower, crystal pearls rolled down all over the floor. Xiao Sanlang's eyes were heavy and he half-smiled: "How about my cousin agreeing to marry me?"
A Luoyan, who was sitting across from him, smiled and said resolutely: "No."
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A'Luo and Xiao Qihuai looked at each other with disgust from the day they arrived at Xiao's house, and neither of them was willing to bow to the other first.
Later, when we met again after a long separation, he was in a weird and yin-yang mood, and she was hiding a needle in her skin, which was like fire and water.
Later, as their ears and temples rubbed together, A-Luo reminded her in a soft voice: "I heard that some people think that A-Luo is not a good match for her clever words and flirtatiousness."
Xiao Qihuai held the green-white fingertips against his heart and said calmly, "That must be a villain who has been coveting A Luo for many years but dare not admit it."
#She is the brightest light, the light that he still longs for in the darkness.
Food guide:
1. The male protagonist is a arrogant and bitchy bitch man
2. Chasing his wife in the crematorium in the early stage, sweet pet 1v1 in the later stage
3. Imaginary writing, private design, super slow-burning + daily style, pure background of Machiavellian novice, not cool writing
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As the only daughter of King Ru who guards the northern border, He Yan was born with a beautiful face. Her song "Send the Army Sword Dance" made her famous all over the world.
At the age of 18, His Majesty wrote a personal letter designating her as the eldest princess and concubine, and she became a star among the people and was in the limelight.
Dudu and Yan herself were not happy at all: she learned in her dream that she would be used to frame the prince for being immoral, and would be buried in the palace wall with a glass of poisoned wine, unable to wait for the fine clothes, food, wealth and splendor that others said.
The tomb was lonely, with only the young emperor leaning next to her monument to relieve her worries.
Recalling his tenderness when looking at her inscription, she entered the palace without hesitation and opened the gate of the East Palace.
——Then he was kicked out directly by His Highness the Crown Prince with a cold expression.
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The flags are swaying, the drums are beating loudly, and the bright red clothes are set off against the cold sword light, which is so bright that people dare not look directly at it like the arrogant rising sun.
At first, he just stood in the crowd and took every detail deeply into his bones.
Later, when I dreamed back at midnight, I reminded myself over and over again that there was one more thing: that was the emperor's brother's fiancée, his future emperor's wife.
Later, the woman at the foot of the stairs, with picturesque features and bright eyes, said in a crisp voice:
"My daughter is unwilling to marry the eldest prince, and I hope His Highness will grant you permission."
He lowered his eyes, rubbed his white jade finger, and sighed softly: "If you don't want to marry me, let's just let it go."
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The engagement was finally terminated. In order to avoid the limelight, He Yan quickly packed her luggage and prepared to return to Northern Xinjiang to accompany your king.
Before leaving, he did not forget to enter the palace and say goodbye to the prince: "Your Highness, take care, it's time for my daughter to get married and live her own life!"
The prince's expression did not change and he asked someone to give her a glass of farewell wine.
The dark room was dim and the spring tent was warm. His Royal Highness the Crown Prince of Yushu Lanzhi caressed her delicate dimples like fat jade, with a deep and sinister look in her eyes: "Who else does Zhaozhao want to marry?"
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Motto: Even if life is dark, you can still find light
