In the 1,657,361th year of her becoming a god, one morning, the sun was shining brightly, the birds were singing and the flowers were fragrant. Last night, she was so drunk that she vomited all over the place. Oh, these days, day by day, month by month, year by year, are really lackluster.
She got up from the imperial concubine's couch, rubbed her sleepy eyes, wiped the corners of her mouth, stretched, lazily rubbed the chicken coop on top of her head, looked at the clear willows and the rippling water beside the Yingyue Pond, and turned her head to look at the handsome sleeping face of the man beside her. Well, life is still very beautiful...
She slapped herself in the face.
The handsome sleeping face of a man?
Man?
Where is this man from? ? !
Intention: Love can make people heartbroken, and it can also make people escape from death without regrets.