In the Qin Dynasty, the Bright Moon Was Only a Red Face

Small theater 1: Ying Zheng vowed: I want you to be the queen of Qin. Qian Sang: Huh? What did you say? Ying Zheng: I am the most powerful king in the world. As long as I think about it, you are the one! No matter how cruel and ruthless he appeared, he had identified her and wanted to keep her by his side at all costs. Small theater 2: That year, the young Qian Sang summoned up all the courage to express her love: Wei Zhuang, I like you, will you marry me? Wei Zhuang:··· In order to wait for this answer, Qian Sang, who had the stubbornness to not hit the south wall and never look back, guarded him from the blazing afternoon until the bright moon rose in the east. Years later, he would always think of that breezy afternoon and the moon that night, which was rounder and bigger than ever before. Warning: This article is full of nonsense, the logic is confusing, the heroine has been in love with the heroine, and the hero has countless harems. If you mind, I will not send it to the upper right corner. Intention: This is a mindless sadomasochism article with the title Qin Shi Mingyue