Every Day I Hope That My Yandere Brother Will Lose His Memory

The main text is finished, come and join in the fun~ When Cheng Nanyu saw Song Yushu again, it was ten years later. The man had bright eyes, beautiful eyebrows, amazing talent, and was standing in front of everyone in white clothes. It's just that his face is expressionless, like a stone that can't smile. But in the blink of an eye, while enjoying the cool air in the imperial garden, Song Yushu seemed to be a different person again, with a smile in his eyes, and he hugged her waist. "Did sister forget me?" Cheng Nanyu trembled slightly in his arms, wondering if she usually listened to books in the teahouse for nothing? She had torn apart the enemy with her bare hands, she just wished that Song Yushu would forget all about her and not even leave any trace of herself... "Brother is so kind, how could I forget?" She was scared in her heart, but she was pleasant on the face. Song Yushu rubbed her head with satisfaction, with a smile on his face. "My sister is so good!" Cheng Nanyu: Humph??? Small theater: On that dark and windy night, when Cheng Nanyu opened her eyes, she saw Song Yushu standing beside the bed holding a long sword, looking at her aggrievedly, "Don't ignore me!" The long sword in his hand was still shining. Cheng Nanyu dodged the sword slightly and stepped forward to hug Song Yushu's waist. "Brother, please let it go, okay? I'm scared." She spoke softly, and with just such a word, the sword in Song Yushu's hand suddenly fell to the ground and was never picked up again. Pre-release of the article "Qing Qing, She's So Soft and Sweet" Please give me a pre-release, please let me know~(￣▽￣~)~ On the first day when Ling Jin read the report from the East Palace as the crown prince's companion, His Highness the Prince who came to greet him stuffed a baby doll into her. The baby doll was exquisitely carved, petite and cute. She bit her fingers and blinked at him, and her words were a bit milky. "Brother, give me a hug~" Ling Jin looked at her arms silently and took back the baby she was about to give back to the prince, unwilling to return it. Small theater: A certain day, a certain doll. "My husband is the most beautiful in the world!" Ling Jin: It seems that everyone in the world thinks that I am good-looking. "My husband must be the most talented in the world!" Ling Jin: It seems that the prince doesn't have any talent of his own. "Only a man with such beauty and talent can be my husband!" Ling Jin: "Yes, I know, I will marry you now." (After all, whoever raised it belongs to him!) The advance collection of "Call Me Qingqing" is here~ Once he traveled through time, Nian Xia felt a little headache as he listened to the crying little girl next to him announcing his name. It's okay to travel through time, who would be better to dress up as? It just happened that she became the Fucha family with a bumpy fate, and she married Emperor Qianlong, who had the most vulgar aesthetics in the history of the Qing Dynasty and loved to stamp his stamp everywhere... But later, when the apricot blossoms began to rain and the young man in tooth-white robes came on horseback, Nian Xia realized that he had thought wrong. How is he vulgar? It should be elegant. "Nianxia, Nianxia, Qingqing and I first met during the summer solstice, so the name Nianxia fits the occasion perfectly." "Everyone in the Sixth Palace is empty, but Qingqing is my sweetheart." Small theater: Nian Xia knew that Hongli's aesthetic customs in history were terrible, and he also knew that he liked to put his private seal on all the books, calligraphy and paintings he liked. But the two have known each other since childhood, not to mention his vulgarity, even his private seal, Nian Xia has never seen him a few times. Until their wedding day, red silk was everywhere. She was led all the way into the new house. She raised her hijab and looked at the "colorful" porcelain bottles in the house... "Fourth Master doesn't want to explain what's going on?" On their wedding night, Nian Xia pointed to the porcelain vase in the room with her left hand, and with her right hand pointed to the small embroidery on the cuffs of her red pajamas that looked like someone's private seal, and sighed helplessly. "I not only want to put my personal seal on your clothes, but also on your heart. Is this vulgar?" Nian Xia blinked and suddenly felt that it would be good to be a little tacky like this? Conception: