Marry a Hero

(In the early stage, I chased my husband's crematorium, in the middle, I chased my wife's crematorium, and in the end, I went to the crematorium in both directions~) In the eyes of the world, Wei Liuli has hands like catkins and skin like gelatin. She is a treacherous and sycophantic daughter. She is just sixteen years old and a veritable delicate flower. In the eyes of the world, Lu Jingting is a strategist and decisive killer. He has honed his iron-blooded skills in ten years on the battlefield and is known as the Ghost-faced Prince. Two people who couldn't be compared with each other were granted marriage by the emperor. The most charming beauty in the capital married far away and became the general's wife. * When Bian Biao heard the news, all his subordinates and confidants all warned him: "General, beauties have been troublesome since ancient times. The Wei family has been treacherous for generations. The daughters of the Wei family must be on guard!" Lu Jingting disagreed, "That's natural." On the night of their wedding, Lu Jingting felt hot all over her body as she looked at the beautiful and beautiful girl like a flower. An unspeakable feeling spread over her, "You... What on earth did you do to me?" Wei Liuli's eyes were bright, and she stepped forward and hugged the general's lean waist, "Husband!" Lu Jingting froze, "I'm warning you! Don't mess around!" * Wei Liuli was also married to Lu Jingting in her last life. The difference was that she thought that Lu Jingting was a reckless man who only cared about the prince's cousin and made the wrong mistake. However, after her death, it was Lu Jingting who led his troops into the imperial city, took the new emperor's head, and knelt in front of her grave for a day and night, complaining that he had not protected her. After returning from rebirth, Wei Liuli only wanted to give birth to a baby for the general... But the general seemed reluctant... "Husband, I really like you!" "Tell me, what is your purpose?" —————— Continuation article: "Picked a Tyrant to Be My Husband" (Updated starting from June~) On her way up the mountain to collect medicine, Xiaofu picked up a man who had broken both legs and claimed to have lost his memory. The man is talented in literature, martial arts, proficiency in music, chess, calligraphy and painting, and can also hold an embroidery needle. The key... Is handsome appearance! Xiaofu is the only child of the third generation in her family. Her grandfather told her that if she wants to improve her descendants, she must find a handsome man to marry. So Xiaofu took care of him, healed him, influenced him, and... Unilaterally married him. However, one day, after Xiaofu saw the portrait of a traitor wanted by the government in the market, she knew it was over: reproducing offspring was no longer the first priority, but preserving life was more important! * Xiao Shen, the current prince, was framed and charged with rebellion. He has an unknown secret, a strange poison in his body. Once the disease occurs, he will have splitting headaches, bloodthirsty, and become obsessed. Until he met a girl whose body exuded the smell of medicine, the symptoms of the obsession disappeared immediately. In order to stay with the "antidote", Xiao Shen used all his skills: beauty, talent, coaxing, pretending to be lame... However, the girl came back that day and hurriedly gave him a letter of departure: "The fate between you and me is over. You should leave quickly." Xiao Shen narrowed his eyes: Didn't you say you like his face? Or is it that he didn't agree to consummate the marriage directly, so she was dissatisfied? "Madam, you and I are married, you have to be responsible for me!" #Picked up a tyrant to be my husband# #wifeistheantidote# #Tyrant is used as a child-bearing tool# [The female protagonist who is obsessed with passing on the family line] VS [The male protagonist who is dedicated to retaining the antidote] [Male Protagonist] Gu only uses her as medicine to seduce her, but she wants Gu to continue the family line, QAQ~ Purpose: A life of struggle is more beautiful