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Tang Heng once dressed up as cannon fodder and was pushed into a red sedan chair in a daze.
In the wedding reception team, her groom was riding a tall horse, wearing hunting red clothes, with snow-white skin and a stern look on his face.
Everyone in the imperial capital knows that Lord Ye, the emperor's favorite minister, is a jade-faced Rakshasa who has no respect for his parents or elder brother, is decisive in killing, and has an iron-blooded wrist.
This delicate bride is ruined.
Half a month later.
Rumors suddenly spread among the people that the cold-faced Master Ye actually bought a storytelling teahouse on the street just to make Mrs. Bo smile.
Tang Heng, the newly crowned noble lady in Beijing, said in a low-key manner: No, no, we are investing.
Emperor: Extravagance! Extravagant! Call me Ye Chengxue!
Palace attendant: Your Majesty, Mr. Ye hurried home as soon as he came to court, saying that his wife had prepared a meal and was waiting for him.
Emperor: Damn it, how could he find such a good wife?
Palace keeper: You gave me the marriage.
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On their wedding night, Tang Heng saw that the man had taken off his wedding robe. Under his pale and thin body, his ribs were clearly defined.
He snuggled into the quilt and clung to the wall, eight feet away from her. His thin and cold back hurt her eyes.
"Second Master, change into clean clothes, it's cold."
Tang Heng patted his back gently, and he took it carefully, wondering how the clothes could be so warm.
He didn't know that it was Tang Heng who kept it in his heart.
Ye Chengxue, I will repay what this world owes you.
Concept: sweet love